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 jam and wreck the mic by force of habit

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 an 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 bullshit paw

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