Funkmaster Flex Freestyle - Keith Murray And Redman Lyrics

Freestyle - Keith Murray And Redman Lyrics

(Keith Murray)

	[Funkmaster Flex cuts and scratches "Live up in this piece"]

Live up in this piece

I'ma set off like this, check me out

Now who's these crazy niggaz, drinkin

crazy, pussy, out of crazy straw

Thinkin they crazy hardcore, crazy metaphor

Matter of fact I think them niggaz is gay

Always having a party with no DJ

	[Protect Ya Neck instrumental comes on]

When I rap competition be like "What Squad be on it like that?"

Man, pssct, fuck that

We stay with the lethal dosage

Click on the mic MC's run like roaches

Now they got me up in England my jewels be dangling

While my single be singling

I come with the hardcore

Redman please come off the wall with some more



(Redman)

Yes y'all I come down with the ruckus

Don't y'all know I be the nigga jammin y'all like Smuckers

Freeze, come consecutively like EPMD LP's

Robbin y'all for cheese, now yes y'all whaddIdo

Fuck you and you drink the Olde E brew

Down with Funkmaster Flex yes who's next

To get they whole set burnt like Waco, Tex

Now, I comes down with the sound

Def Squad represent, yes we extra swift

We comes with the boogie, fuck all you rookies

We some tough cookies on the mic dynamite



(Keith Murray)

We here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents

And let our balls hang like we on the toilet takin a shit

Styles is all that, and a big bag of chips with the dip

So fuck all that sensuous shit

I represent intellectual violence

And leave your click holier than the ten commandments

Like Redman I shift with the Ruck

If your if was a spliff we'd be ALL fucked up

No need to ask who is he so we get busy

Scuff our Tims on the boulevard of MANY rough cities

I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love to hate ya

Cuz youse a freak by nate

Can't make the face ya brain erasure

Drink your lyrics down straight with no chaser

My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back

As soon as one of you niggaz try to overreact

The L.O.D. love good confrontation of amp

Break your motivation murder your camp

For the jealous, overzealous, we top sellers fellas

Blow the spot like Branford Marsalis

Niggaz comin through and acting wild

Redman smack the smile off that kid



(Redman)

The Funk Doctor Spock pumps a thousand watts in your vest

Watch, what level next, I'ma take this ghettoness

A little something for the wicked and beyond

Trapper John can't find the sickness in this song

So I bomb ALL these hyper MC's

These Def Squad mentalities, leave your ass calm

Smoke the chalm I got alms like Vietnam

I bought a bag of herb from Ricardo Montalban

To fulfill all these fantasies on the island

To come back home wildin with chrome cash and diamonds

In fact I keep you half-stashed in the seat

Plus you boo boo kept shit locked down on the streets

Peep, how I get funky with techniques

This bass I rock, this bizness I rock, make crack junkies respect me

Then commence to beat an instrumental

With pads and pencils and MC's go incidential

Motherfucker keep the fuckin beat on deck!

While we wreck his whole fuckin set!

[Flex mixes into the Zulu War Chant]