KEITH MURRAY (feat. CES Cru) - Joka C.

Dipping into a pool that's full of fools with nothing to say Stepping inside the booth, these dudes praying for luck on the page Flipping their flows, you know the only go a couple of ways Pulling in droves of hoes, fancy clothes, hustling yay Lyrical dynamite, cypher raw, busting a flame Sicker than all of y'all, my crew coming, we're crushing the game Gettin dividends and diamond mines up in the chain Strugglin all my life I had to fight, grew up in the pain Shippin the fame at night (?) Over night, blew up in the game Pushing my pen inside your vestibule to rupture your brain Running up in your shit for what ever the structure contain Doctor Hannibal Lecter, the cops stuck A speech of mine would make Clarice come and unbuckle the chains Buffalo Bill, y'alls dick and balls tucked in your legs These chickens sit upon the side line, clucking for eggs I'm ready to make an omelette, I'm looking for something to break We coming the pace and face to the left If you came for the Ces, why you savin your breath One step to the right, lit it up in the lights Get wild for the night Err'body in the back, where you in? Where you at? More middle of the map Bring it back to the front Let me see your ass all jump, jump, jump! Trapped in the Colosseum A sea of em all I see is Praying for the predator Dieing for what they call ideas Go for your gun and it's done Nobody ever lived that come at this one Go for your gun and it's done Nobody ever lived that come at this one Spilling my blood while paintin' a pic Stick in the mud, some say what we make is the shit And whether or not I believe y'all the tiniest bit I know when to go, Tech told me to stick to the script Doin' a pile of blow til' I feel the Deevil inside Runnin around the crib nakey, I got nothin' to hide Tippin' the scale in our favor, tryna savor the buzz Comin' up in the game, killin' with a plethora of cuts And you can bet I give the credit to the Bloods and the drugs All of that said, you can still find me up in the club And I'm an animal, nobody wants a beast in the camp Revving this engine, pedal to the medal, reachin' the ramp Put 'em in ICU and I see you be sure to salute I'm Ready to Die, don't ask me why, nigga, just Gimme the Loot Tell 'em I got it, Godemis gotta be fadin' to black Stumblin' out the meeting, throwin' up the snake and the bat Get 'em in line, blindfolded, backs flat to the wall Keep in their mind "Im the death dealer bustin' at y'all" The way they been talkin sound as soft as somethin' stuffed in they bra Your fuckin' opinion matter as much as what I flushed at the mall Who in the fuck are y'all callin' suckers, puckerin' up Lookin' to blow it all, well I'm packin' somethin' to suck We in the arena now, we leave it all out on the field Countin' the minutes til' its 13 with an hour to kill Gimme the powder with pills, sippin a bottle, I'm swill Nobody believed in includin' me, but we do got a deal How does it feel, I'm feelin the winter chill, tip of the ice They givin' me cold stares and they so flaky they drift in the skies The holiest matrimony, holy's chuckin' handful of rice Makin' a pact you'll probably regret for the rest of your life I'm steppin inside the ring and dancin', hangin' all on the ropes The media's screamin' at me, snappin' pics and callin' for quotes

Let me tell you 'bout, my friend named Skip, Skip, Lou Skip to my Lou, Skip to my Lou Skip to my Lou, Skip to my Lou my darlin Skip to my Lou, Skip to my Lou, Skip-Skip to my Lou Skip to my Lou, Skip to my Lou, Skip to my Lou, Skip-Skip to my Lou my darlin Skip to my Lou, Lou skipped to class Come up on some work now we gon' get some cash Put it in a Pyrex, mix, swirl and bake Put it on the block, now we flip pearl for paint Uh, He coming up, he get girls away But enemies him gotta exterminate Gonna figure out if he get served he make The same amount of cake that he get working late for eight week straight Oh, that's some dough, dollar sign make it sound so rational Pluggin dudes in like a cold waxy-o For Lou he can make a thing go clap for sure Now he got a gat and he hold that you know Christ up jeans and a throwback, you know Watch and the chain and it's so plat, you know Casey with the print so flat, you know Now he got a gat and he hold that, you know Christ up jeans and a throwback, you know Watch and the chain and it's so plat, you know Casey with the print so flat, you know Uh, He got the block, he lock the street, he's making moves now He's making moves now, see he make it move now Now he got a gat and he hold that, you know Christ up jeans and a throwback, you know Watch and the chain and it's so plat, you know Casey with the print so flat, you know Uh, Yeah, he looking like a professional Gangsta, drug dealer that will go tap it all So when you think the thing gonna clack you know Who the director when you gon act your role Now the hood hot and the block filled with hate The wrong motherfucker just got killed today Ghetto vendetta when the block peel your face The hole in the watch and will not spill the name Well, plot's change, things switch around It's inevitable, the king gets the crown The crown gets the price, the price hits the town King dead 'fore the damn thing hits the ground Bad mofucker sling English around He don't like trouble but he brings it around Run up on ya quick when the thing spits around And take a half second, like click-click, POW What it was? Blood on the dutch Wet like sweat but not from the buzz He said cool when the word get to my crew They be coming for you, too, Skip to my Lou Skip to my Lou, Skip to my Lou Skip to my Lou, Skip to my Lou my darlin He got the block, he lock the street, he makin moves now He makin moves now, see he make it move now Now he got a gat and he hold that, you know Christ up jeans and a throwback, you know Watch and a chain and it's so plat, you know Casey with the print so flat, you know Now I got a gat and I hold that you know Christ up jeans and a throwback, you know Watch and a chain and it's so plat, you know Casey fingerprint Skip, Skip, Skip Skip to my Lou, guess who Skipped to class Come up on some work, now I'm gon' to get some cash Put it in a Pyrex, mix, swirl and bake Put it on the block, now I flip pearl for paint Uh, I'm coming up, I get girls away But enemies I gotta exterminate Gonna figure out, if I get served I make The same amount of cake that I did working late for eight week straight Oh, that's some dough, dollar sign make it sound so rational Pluggin dudes in like a cold waxy-o For Lou I can make a thing go clap for sure Now I got a gat and I hold that, you know Christ up jeans and a throwback, you know Watch and a chain and it's so plat, know Casey with the print so flat, you know Uh, Yeah, I'm lookin like a professional Gangster drug dealer that will go tap it all So when you think the thing gonna crack you know Who the director when you gonna act your role Now the hood hot and the block filled with hate The wrong motherfucker just got killed today Ghetto vendetta when the block peel your face The hole in the watch and will not spill the name Well, Plot's change, things switched around It's inevitable, the king gets the crown The crown gets the price, the price hits the town The king dead 'fore the damn thing hits the ground Bad motherfucker sling English around I don't like trouble but I bring it around Run up on ya quick when the thing spits around And take a half second, like click-click, POW What it was? Blood on the dutch Wet like sweat but not from the buzz I said cool when the word get to my crew They be coming for you, too, Skip to my Lou Skip to my Lou, Skip to my Lou Skip to my Lou, Skip to my Lou my darlin I got the block, I lock the street, I'm making moves now I'm making moves now, see, I make it move now I got the block, I lock the street, I'm making moves now I'm making moves now, see, I make it move now

Born into Fadin' away Consider that Consider that Consider that, baby Any move that you make It ends the same, baby Shame road (Shame road) Feeling my time (My time) Shame road (Shame road) Feeling my time (My time) Shame road