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Lyrics for KIM by EPMD:
| | | Artist: | EPMD |
| | Album: | Back In Business | | Track: | KIM | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 96 | | | | Lyrics: | Featuring Keith Murray Redman]
[Redman]
Nah nah check this out yo
I grab
my dick spit hit the blinkers split
the Dutch Coronas tokin irons without permits
Repetoire long faced murderer's the shit
Black Bruce Willis mix tape arsonist
Esquire for hire with total rapid fire
Supplier to any Tom Dick Jerry Maguire
You
chose the right man to get the plan executed
I get the situation happening before you shoot
it
Flow direct-or, suprise you like guess what?
The hotter I spit I'm trippin off
smoke detectors
Who next up to get dressed up, I don't pop
corks I pop New York with
a dot til import
The art then the craft, will split you in half
I'm a Hurricane you
a Miller Genuine Draft
While you push a S-Class I'm riding on a giraffe
Uptown,
naked, smoking a bag with hash, check it
Shut your windows and lock your doors
Whores scream louder than Berrymore when I pour
And when me and my crew walk we walk on all
fours
Atomic Dogs, packed in a black Yukon
Chorus
[Erick Sermon]
John Blaze, I keep y'all niggaz rockin for days
Boriquas, to eses, around the ways
my own Mix Tape DJ, I Flex
You don't have a clue when I'm doin ya who is he I gets busy,
word up
Come now player look in my eyes you think I'm bluffin
A five year span
turned nuttin into somethin
And don't get familiar, your whole entourage don't be
feelin ya, behind your back they straight killin ya
(Who am I?) The Ex-Headbanger bad
motherfucker
High on Friday with Chris Tucker
I be a Headbanger to my very last
breath
Even Jermaine Dupri think I'm SoSoDef
K.A., Shawn Mims, I come from a long
line of Geechies
Who didn't care, blow Camp Lo Luchinis
I transform like Spawn,
takes no time
for me to get on, to the break of dawn, word
Chorus
[Parrish
Smith]
PMD, the Purple Heart admiral
Blow your spot and left shrapnel
then
escaped in the Benz capsule
Harder than a NFL tackle, back to bite the Big Apple
Southpaw, raw since I was a Sophomore
Before I met Jane in the corridor
The mentals,
rapper slash entrepeneur
with more action than Roger Moore
Turn your cabbage into
coleslaw, with the four four
Spray Windex on your glass jaw
Shatter it, fuckin with
P, is hazardous
Iced out Lazarus started and manufactured this
My Squad's wild like
the Manimals on Geographic
Smash you bastards on some crab shit
EPMD's the group the
Squadron is the click
Transmit, lyrical grit, time to shift cause I'm
Chorus
[Keith Murray]
Keith Murray, the holder of the boulder
Lyrical analyst mental roller
coaster flower
Money folder, track blower, MC overthrower
I flow witcha two at a
time, like Noah
I goes off to the beat, on the edge of reality
and kick rhymes in my
sleep, and battle Mortality
Finally, every dimension know Keith
Y'all egotistical
simple-minded niggaz is pitiful and weak
I'll give you a G a week for life, if you can
defeat me
I kick poetry at a high rate of mortality
At static, lyrical Kraftmatic,
smokin
barkin like a dog, breathin like an asthmatic
Lyrical sculpture create fly
rap sculpture
Ninety-eight Headbanger boy, yeah I told ya
Total chaos, helter
skelter, run for shelter
Here comes the lyrical brain melter
I be maxin and relaxin,
attractin action
Flippin more big ol words than Jesse Jackson
My shit knock don't
it, drive you crazy if you loan it
Man I feel for my opponents
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