Текст (слова) песни: Keith Murray - Sychosymatic

Verse 1:
Cow will burn ya, I`m taken MC`s straight under
And you can`t see like Stevie Wonder (ha)
Then the black bull blown like style on the microphone
Throwin` your chromosomes like a cyclone
And commerical raps get the gun claps
A wack on the ground of the head with my ill skill raps
I`m a kill me a crazy motherfucker tonight
Step out the light nocturnal to the night (word `em up)
Your sight will put you in fright (word) and none of you wanna fight
Cause my game is mad tight aiight
Yo E this might be my last album son (hell no)
Cause niggas trying to play us like crumbs nobodys
I`m a fuck around and murder everybody
And get crazy buckwild with the shottie
You couldn`t see me if you weighed 500 million karrots
Cause I`m sychosymatic

Hook:
Ooh I might lose my lose (x4)

Verse 2:
I`m from the dirtiest stinkiest part of Long Island
But in every corner of the world my style be wilding
And I`m dead serious even though I may be smiling
I`m conshadier antagonizing character in back of the hoodie
Coming to get you for your goodies
So if your 2-2-4-5 technozzels think y`all can creep
But Keith Murray ain`t losing no sleep
I`ll man handle and dismantle your mandel down to your thorax
On wax with a bloody axe
But on the real for the real the real I build on Capital Hill
And ill cause of skill
Breakin` shit up with degrees like a Count Crackula
In fact the factor is compound fractures (uh)
For every action there`s a reaction (yeah)

Hook (x4)

Verse 3:
We are the world! I`m shakin` and bakin` and takin`
Niggas down to swirls and twirls
I`m runnin` them off the ball like Earl and Pearl (uh)
This is a basic general classic situation
Can`t nobody see me in God`s creation
I steps it up from inspiring expectation with funk illustrations
You can thunk justifications
Perhaps you would like me to make the biscuit callap (pow!)
And make your lungs collapse
You represent he represent I represent
The sick bizarre twist is that I torment in my performance (uh)
Kickin` brain twitchin` (yeah)
My yobic topics, niggas be like "Stop it, you got the illiotics!" (yeah

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Keith Murray - Sychosymatic Verse 1: Cow will burn ya, I`m taken MC`s straight under And you can`t see like Stevie Wonder (ha) Then the black bull blown like style on the microphone Throwin` your chromosomes like a cyclone And commerical raps get the gun claps A wack on the ground of the head with my ill skill raps I`m a kill me a crazy motherfucker tonight Step out the light nocturnal to the night (word `em up) Your sight will put you in fright (word) and none of you wanna fight Cause my game is mad tight aiight Yo E this might be my last album son (hell no) Cause niggas trying to play us like crumbs nobodys I`m a fuck around and murder everybody And get crazy buckwild with the shottie You couldn`t see me if you weighed 500 million karrots Cause I`m sychosymatic Hook: Ooh I might lose my lose (x4) Verse 2: I`m from the dirtiest stinkiest part of Long Island But in every corner of the world my style be wilding And I`m dead serious even though I may be smiling I`m conshadier antagonizing character in back of the hoodie Coming to get you for your goodies So if your 2-2-4-5 technozzels think y`all can creep But Keith Murray ain`t losing no sleep I`ll man handle and dismantle your mandel down to your thorax On wax with a bloody axe But on the real for the real the real I build on Capital Hill And ill cause of skill Breakin` shit up with degrees like a Count Crackula In fact the factor is compound fractures (uh) For every action there`s a reaction (yeah) Hook (x4) Verse 3: We are the world! I`m shakin` and bakin` and takin` Niggas down to swirls and twirls I`m runnin` them off the ball like Earl and Pearl (uh) This is a basic general classic situation Can`t nobody see me in God`s creation I steps it up from inspiring expectation with funk illustrations You can thunk justifications Perhaps you would like me to make the biscuit callap (pow!) And make your lungs collapse You represent he represent I represent The sick bizarre twist is that I torment in my performance (uh) Kickin` brain twitchin` (yeah) My yobic topics, niggas be like "Stop it, you got the illiotics!" (yeah Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Sychosymatic: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/110/1/6105.html Все тексты песен: Keith Murray » Keith Murray - He`s Back » Keith Murray - Christina » Keith Murray - Yeah » Keith Murray - Some Shit » Keith Murray - High as Hell » Keith Murray - Shut the Fuck Up » Keith Murray - Straight Loonie » Keith Murray - Rush Hour 2 soundtrack » Keith Murray - To My Mans » Keith Murray - Oh My Goodness » Keith Murray - Media » Keith Murray - Call My Name » Keith Murray - Yeah Yeah U Know It » Keith Murray - Rhymin Wit Kel » Keith Murray - Dip Dip Di » Keith Murray - Slap Somebody » Keith Murray - Swagger Back » Keith Murray - He`s Keith Murray » Keith Murray - Sucka Free » Keith Murray - Manifique Рекомендуем скачать: » Евгений Клячкин - Прокатилось лето кубарем » Елена Решетняк - Апрельский снег » Евгений Матвеев - Эх, Русь, Россия... » Ефим Ташлицкий - Пустые переживания » Елена Квасницкая - Зверюга лесная » Евгений Бабенко - Банальный анамнез шизофрении или побасенка о раздвоении личности. » Егор и опизденевшие - Про дурачка » Елена Казанцева - Колыбельная » Ефим Ташлицкий - Ближневосточный сон » Елена Школьная - В моем маленьком доме неубрано и неуютно... » Евгений Осин - Класс » Евгений Банников - Сочи » Евгений Осин - Плачет девушка » Евгений Савельев - Когда уже надежды нет... » Елена Волгина - Я не тороплюсь домой » Евгений Банников - Песня колесная » Евгений Муравьев - Уже сиреневыми стали облака... » Елена Фролова - За взглядом » Ефим Ташлицкий - О, странный мир... » Евгений Романов - Я возвращусь в родное лоно...
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