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  • Текст песни Erick Sermon feat. Redman, Keith Murray - Open Fire

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    featuring Keith Murray Redman



    Whoop Whoop(8x)



    [Redman]

    Funky dilemmas destroy mc's by process of elimanation

    Ghetto linger breaks your inner mind body

    Got me sold like Hurachis funk tracks up the ass

    make peace wit knock knees the funk dwella in your cella

    no one's betta pull more Playboy bitches than Hugh Heffner

    I phase you wit my nasal style I'm able

    To rock two turntables for oh say like sweet sable

    Now who's on the deal I'll make you feel the real

    I kill at will wit nine shots in your window sill

    Or mill, to feel a gust of wind, I must've been worn

    Wit ten of my dusted friends I, I get up in you like Keith Murray

    Make your whole crew shit stew beef curry in a hurry

    Make competition leave early smokin the lala

    Blazay Blah come through your block and open fire



    (Redman's in the area

    Keith Murray's in the area

    Erick Sermon's in the area)



    [Erick Sermon]

    You best believe

    Is this mic on word up

    I swarm like helicopters, after robbers, at fiends gettin dollars

    The lyrical Street Fighter call me Sagat

    Blazin hot like the bullet from somebody gettin shot

    Where ther's a drum there's a beat

    And where there's guns there's the streets

    This option allows me to make my opponents wit degrees

    From here to overseas, clowns in my mix and don't know the flava

    Its the same reason why I threw away my Skypager

    Magnificent, givin rappers death certificates

    Wit fly intricate flows by the lows

    y'all come out the hype description of this

    One time Billboard winner, six time Gold record list

    No one invited me so I crashed and brung the vibe

    And broke it out like a rash, who?

    So who do I be? The E, the D-O-you-be the L, to the E

    Get your blunt leafs and fire it up

    Get your ZigZags and fire it up Whhhoooo!

    MC's you betta stand clear, Def Squad is a world premier



    [Keith Murray]

    AAAhhhhhh!

    Word is bond I collect your con getcha gone like a moron

    I break your little itty bitty styles down to ions

    My rap style has many many mixtures of murderous poetry

    And deadly lectures and fixtures, matter fact my rap

    Sounds be on sickly timin, meaning your brain can't be defined

    In the words I be using when I be rhymin

    Now you can change your whole word back and forth

    And bring the roughest rapper and I bet you blood he'd cough

    My rap style is like my lifestyle, rougher than turbulence

    Ever since I commenced to subject you to my bullshit

    I compress your chest and perform open-heart surgery

    And God forbid I outrageous people see the L.O.D.

    I love beatin you in the head with this

    Make you want to run off and go get a psycho-therapist-analist

    Way nicer than the force intended

    The nicest rapper that ever came out since you could remember

    Def Squad

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