Whut’s Happnin’

Lyrics

[Intro] Niggas can't hold me back We ain't comin' for no bullshit Niggas talking all that yakkity-yak, word up [Verse 1] Here's to Mr. Keith Murray, the Mr. Pictionary The Mr. Quick To Fuck Shit Up In a Hurry On the mic I'll squash your little Ms. Philosophy With atomic technological atrocity I find it very ironic that niggas try to rhyme behind me The supersonic Def Squad MC Get a bird's eye view And don't miss the crispiest nigga in the nucleus With futuristic linguistics Ballistics be twisted like physics (word up) Niggas be like how you come up wit this shit But it's automatic, I'm inorganic With the ability to travel nine planets Niggas can't understand it Please, I spark the brain of too many MCs I be more than gladly to take your G's We could battle for car keys and car titles House deeds and bank accounts to make it final I got what you need The most homicidal words to come out of a human being Mind state sick like Idi Amin [Hook] You can do what ya got to and say what you may But niggas gonna come outside with gun play anyway So I play the game and let the ball bounce where it may And roll with Def Squad and L.O.D. everyday You can do what ya got to and say what you may But niggas gonna come outside wit gun play anyway So I play the game and let the ball bounce where it may And roll with Def Squad and L.O.D. everyday [Verse 2] Abracadabra talk shit I'll reach right out and grab ya The hype got you like gimme, don't let it have ya I'll knock you skeezers pleasers black like Jesus Never lost in the jungle, navigators with Caesars Instead, dare iz a dark side said by Red I'm consciously, cruciously coming for your head I'm from a small coast called Stay Out My Path And from a big city called Foot Up in Your Ass Jeepers, weepers, peepers, get snuffed By the sneakiest, throughout the speakers like fisticuffs Who the fuck is this paging me? Oh, it's my creepy, greepy, grimy Rough rhyme, crime-y Reggie I'm saying, fuck who, went where, when, why and how Get my shit to me not now but right now Lucky niggas went platinum thinkin' they can see us We swoop down on crews like angels on dust I'll leave your mental so broke you can't pay attention When I get inside your head And take your brain to another dimension I'm itching for a scratch and somebody to try to match The battle cats who constantly be on it like that The doom has dawned in We knockin' niggas out without warning and pissing on them The configuration is brain cell-wastin' Renegades of funk like Afrika Bambataa and the Zulu Nation You facin' a maniac, pacing over the track Constantly bringing drama like Jason In fact, I'm L.O.D.ing it on go planet Def Squad Puttin' it down play for play like Ahmad Rashad For the cause, I'm wiring jaws Got niggas eating four-course meals out of KrazySstraws And if it ain't def it ain't shit I'm taking it to the limit and killing it each and every minute Cause Keith Murray takes the beef a major step higher And peacemakers will get caught in the cross fire Hip-hop's filled with backstabbers, blunt grabbers Cats with dirty claws, dogs with filthy paws Then you got rap artists, claimin' to be the hardest Bust them in their shit and they're quick to press charges Spot rushers, block busters (word up) Rockin' diamond clusters (ugh) Comin' to stick the rich out you motherfuckers (yeah, yeah) Educated black man on premises L.O.D. and Def Squad forever, archnemesis And remember this [Chorus] You can do what ya got to and say what you may But niggas gonna come outside wit gun play anyway So I play the game and let the ball bounce where it may And roll with Def Squad and L.O.D. everyday (Err-day) You can do what ya got to and say what you may But niggas gonna come outside wit gun play anyway So I play the game and let the ball bounce where it may And roll with Def Squad and L.O.D. everyday