Whut’s Happnin’

[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