It's a Beautiful Thing
Keith Murray lyrics
Keith Murray lyrics
"Radio Lyrics"
Vulgar Taste Lyrics
Dance for me bitch For you will surely die What is the point of screaming No one can hear you cry You'r trapped in my hell And you will do as I say the critics they all hate me I too soon will have my day Hacking off limbs In a bizarre torture hell Women are my slaves And no on live to tell I put them in my ca
Dance for me bitch For you will surely die What is the point of screaming No one can hear you cry You'r trapped in my hell And you will do as I say the critics they all hate me I too soon will have my day Hacking off limbs In a bizarre torture hell Women are my slaves And no on live to tell I put them in my ca
word" Slick Rick
Intro:
Rock on. All my peoples up top rock on. All my peoples down low rock on. All
my peoples on the left rock on. All my peoples on the right. Word up. Def
Squad rock on.
Verse 1:
Well it's the supersonical ginintonical
Ask your chronicles splatter crews all you hear is ahh and ouhs
Time to face the music bring you down to Earth like Poppa Smurf
I'm worldwide like on the web in your turf
With full fledge rap pack with anxiety attacks
For those that thought I wouldn't be back
With that bone chillin' horror killin' all on goin' drama
Save the rah rah for your mama
Bragadoshis prone to static
Come through the
Dwelling Places Lyrics
Lovely are Your dwelling places Thirsty, I come after You Jesus my joy, my reward, Your love's restoring my soul Now I'm Yours and You are mine chorus: I love You, I love You, I love You (3) and my heart will follow wholly after You Jesus there's none beside you Righteous, ruler of the earth Nation will come and bow
jam and wreck the mic by force of habit Lovely are Your dwelling places Thirsty, I come after You Jesus my joy, my reward, Your love's restoring my soul Now I'm Yours and You are mine chorus: I love You, I love You, I love You (3) and my heart will follow wholly after You Jesus there's none beside you Righteous, ruler of the earth Nation will come and bow
Tantalizin' make you feel good like cryin'
I can't be dissed so you can stop tryin'
And Keith Murray will prevail
So you can eat a shit sandwich and go to hell
Hook:
I got the skunky funky illest funk flow
For the glamorous scandalous world of radio
"now this song is from all of us to all of them" (x2)
Verse 2:
Yo I throw the beat up in the cobra clutch
Hit it with the Midas touch
Dig up in the mic just like a gold rush
Never ran never felt the need to run
They know not to come cause they all get some
I'm still fabulous still mackadoshis
My dj still cut it the closest
So who's n error when's a never?
I melt through your butter leather
And then I splatter through your Gucci sweater
Deep as a river in a ragin' flood
I come with open arms showin' nothin' but love
Comin' less than zero modern day hero
Deliver hot shit just like Dominos
Keep it movin' or get it on
Cause money talks and bullshit runs the marathon word is bond
Non stoppin' mic shockin' bottles poppin'
Word up son you we keep it rockin'
Hook
Verse 3:
I'm like a character and my life is a movie
Groupies step to me
Do me
Try to sue me
Because I make a record got money in a car
I'm a star?
Naw naw naw that's bulls
This Ole' Suitcase Lyrics
I want to respectfully dedicate this next song to every man That ever drove a truck Every travelin' salesman whoever rode the highways And every guitar picker whoever chased a dream And ended up in a motel room Starin' at four walls talkin' to himself Feelin' like the only friend He's got in this world is his ole suitcase) She's
it paw I want to respectfully dedicate this next song to every man That ever drove a truck Every travelin' salesman whoever rode the highways And every guitar picker whoever chased a dream And ended up in a motel room Starin' at four walls talkin' to himself Feelin' like the only friend He's got in this world is his ole suitcase) She's
In the black range look ya never ever worry
Parked in the front I hear voices sayin' "That's Keith Murray"
The name of the game is fame
You know the price you recognize the God like Christ
Masses of posses packed up schemin'
Ladies love me they keep on screamin'
Expressin' all the feelin' of the world today
Some might listen to my music and try to say
Nothin' other than "Yo this shit is dope"
And in the everyday life struggle Murray goes for broke
From day to day month to month year to year
I swear I tear any mic any stage anywhere
I be the standards of which excellence is measured
So for me to rock all day it'll be my pleasure
Hook