La, La, La

[Hook]

La la la la la, la la la la

I hear you haters talking, but I'm just walking, singing

Doing my thing, shining like bling

I'm like

Only black cats in the airport, but we strutting like

And we fronting like

[Verse 1]

I snatch the spotlight outfit like DJ Lance

Yo, L.O.D., Def Squad with the party in a trance

Keith Murray, New Yitty, bad boy, getting bitty

Very peace fifty six rush Tewksbury

Sitting very legendary, omnipotent

Spit with such gravity, mister pop clarity

You just said golf balls, niggas best to chiz-ill

Get high, say anything to try to apiz-eal

Cause we all ghetto boys -- you know, Bushwick Biz-ills

And we robbing motherfuckers for they gangster griz-ills

There's a you four-fender had a weakened agenda

Cold as the backstreets of New York in December

Rocking out there with silent splendor

Like a good ass-whipping, my flow you'll always remember

So thanks, give me a light, you hermaphrodites

So I could ignite the blunt and take flight

Singing

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

Ay yo, these dirt-poor rappers think they be the man

I don't even say nothing, I just wave my hand

And I hold shit down prime time, no Stephanapolous

With hotness? By George, I think you've got it

My antibioticly toxic topics

Sweat 'em out weave-y, got Drake-y toxins

The era of the fugazi emcees is dying

Cause so many rappers in they rhymes be lying

About ice, selling drugs, busting guns, whipping coupes

I see the hype got you gassed like pffft pffft -- oops

I keep chickenheads all in hot pursuit

Old Jamaican ladies say, "Oh, he looks so cute!"

I dance with the devil while doing the Dougie

He gonna need No-Doz and coffee to keep up with Keith

And y'all don't want none of this splendiferous

Slitheressness, gibberishness, deviousness

So Jesus, ain't no rapper fucking with Keith

I'll burn and break 'em down like Hachise and put 'em in my

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

And I'm out mean-mugging like Perellis be hugging

You ain't seen thugging, L.O.D. bean-bugging

There's no incidental of influential

Over instrumental, flow quintessential

You too paradoxical, anti-logical

Kid, I'll spontaneous combust you

Not only will I throw you under the bus, soldier

But I'll back up and run your stank ass over

Cause you exaggerated, falsificated

Testimonials will not be tolerated

My hip-hop melodies cruise like Penelope

And stay with you forever, like violent felonies

Metaphor entrepreneur, more raw like "Kick in the Door"

Got the D's wondering what the dog saw

So whores, drop your drawers when we on tours

I come once a year like Santa Claus

Singing

[Hook]