Herb Is Pumpin' Lyrics
| Song | Herb Is Pumpin' |
| Artist | Keith Murray |
| Album | The Most Beautifullest Thing In This World |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Murray, Sermon | |
| I gets dumb with the momentum of the drum | |
| And blow M | |
| C's, to kingdom come "The future holds nothing else, but confrontation" (from Public Enemy's "Apocalypse '91") *woman screaming* | |
| Murray is a lyric luna-tic toc | |
| Boom, I fill the room with the rough rhymes | |
| I consume | |
| My lyrics is too fly for this world (word em up yo) and more famous than the | |
| Jheri Curls | |
| My rhymes correspond with the funk beat like infrared correspond with heat | |
| I'm malicious and vicious, puttin rappers in stitches (yeah yeah) when | |
| I'm rippin up twelve inches (like this) | |
| My rap style is a metallic bastard that thrives off of battery acid (word em up) | |
| I rhyme like | |
| I'm hungry over funk beats for those, who shit where they eat | |
| Reach, and your strategies'll be picked off | |
| Cream puff sweet, | |
| I freak the sheek type of speech | |
| The vital, verbal combat | |
| I enlist Wraps rappers' brains up into a pretzel twist (word em up) | |
| When I'm coastin with the funk style potion | |
| I leave your notion dead and bloody in the ocean | |
| I can't be beat so don't be under that assumption | |
| I flow as long as the herb is pumpin "Yo what kind of weed is this?" "It's the bom bom zee baby." "Yo this shit is WAY out!" "Yo let's be outta here." | |
| Come and take a ride on my bad side | |
| You can't **** with my style cause it's ?pasteurized? | |
| And when I meet my match, | |
| I'm tyin em up in the bassline and stabbin em in the spine for tryin to play fly | |
| We got to have it like some hungry dirty stinkin mother****ers | |
| Always actin wild and stupid like truckers | |
| Goin against the grain, barbecuin niggaz in the | |
| Purple Rain as my wild brain child style goin insane | |
| And I'm wild with the usage of a harsh word | |
| My style of speak is mentally disturbed | |
| I drug the head more than hallucinogenics with rhymes like these | |
| On the mic | |
| I'm catchy like herpes | |
| Covalent ionically with the mic | |
| I combine and gain more strength, than a molecule enzymes | |
| E crack the sticks while | |
| I get in the mix and kick some fix after prefix after predicates | |
| I take a trip down memory lane and kick some shit, that'll bust your brain | |
| Hit as you should, a real common hood | |
| Not Stephanie | |
| Mills, but | |
| I still feel good | |
| I take a Phillie | |
| Blunt to go, and yo | |
| I flow as long as the herb is pumpin |
| zuo ci : Murray, Sermon | |
| I gets dumb with the momentum of the drum | |
| And blow M | |
| C' s, to kingdom come " The future holds nothing else, but confrontation" from Public Enemy' s " Apocalypse ' 91" woman screaming | |
| Murray is a lyric lunatic toc | |
| Boom, I fill the room with the rough rhymes | |
| I consume | |
| My lyrics is too fly for this world word em up yo and more famous than the | |
| Jheri Curls | |
| My rhymes correspond with the funk beat like infrared correspond with heat | |
| I' m malicious and vicious, puttin rappers in stitches yeah yeah when | |
| I' m rippin up twelve inches like this | |
| My rap style is a metallic bastard that thrives off of battery acid word em up | |
| I rhyme like | |
| I' m hungry over funk beats for those, who shit where they eat | |
| Reach, and your strategies' ll be picked off | |
| Cream puff sweet, | |
| I freak the sheek type of speech | |
| The vital, verbal combat | |
| I enlist Wraps rappers' brains up into a pretzel twist word em up | |
| When I' m coastin with the funk style potion | |
| I leave your notion dead and bloody in the ocean | |
| I can' t be beat so don' t be under that assumption | |
| I flow as long as the herb is pumpin " Yo what kind of weed is this?" " It' s the bom bom zee baby." " Yo this shit is WAY out!" " Yo let' s be outta here." | |
| Come and take a ride on my bad side | |
| You can' t with my style cause it' s ? pasteurized? | |
| And when I meet my match, | |
| I' m tyin em up in the bassline and stabbin em in the spine for tryin to play fly | |
| We got to have it like some hungry dirty stinkin mother ers | |
| Always actin wild and stupid like truckers | |
| Goin against the grain, barbecuin niggaz in the | |
| Purple Rain as my wild brain child style goin insane | |
| And I' m wild with the usage of a harsh word | |
| My style of speak is mentally disturbed | |
| I drug the head more than hallucinogenics with rhymes like these | |
| On the mic | |
| I' m catchy like herpes | |
| Covalent ionically with the mic | |
| I combine and gain more strength, than a molecule enzymes | |
| E crack the sticks while | |
| I get in the mix and kick some fix after prefix after predicates | |
| I take a trip down memory lane and kick some shit, that' ll bust your brain | |
| Hit as you should, a real common hood | |
| Not Stephanie | |
| Mills, but | |
| I still feel good | |
| I take a Phillie | |
| Blunt to go, and yo | |
| I flow as long as the herb is pumpin |
| zuò cí : Murray, Sermon | |
| I gets dumb with the momentum of the drum | |
| And blow M | |
| C' s, to kingdom come " The future holds nothing else, but confrontation" from Public Enemy' s " Apocalypse ' 91" woman screaming | |
| Murray is a lyric lunatic toc | |
| Boom, I fill the room with the rough rhymes | |
| I consume | |
| My lyrics is too fly for this world word em up yo and more famous than the | |
| Jheri Curls | |
| My rhymes correspond with the funk beat like infrared correspond with heat | |
| I' m malicious and vicious, puttin rappers in stitches yeah yeah when | |
| I' m rippin up twelve inches like this | |
| My rap style is a metallic bastard that thrives off of battery acid word em up | |
| I rhyme like | |
| I' m hungry over funk beats for those, who shit where they eat | |
| Reach, and your strategies' ll be picked off | |
| Cream puff sweet, | |
| I freak the sheek type of speech | |
| The vital, verbal combat | |
| I enlist Wraps rappers' brains up into a pretzel twist word em up | |
| When I' m coastin with the funk style potion | |
| I leave your notion dead and bloody in the ocean | |
| I can' t be beat so don' t be under that assumption | |
| I flow as long as the herb is pumpin " Yo what kind of weed is this?" " It' s the bom bom zee baby." " Yo this shit is WAY out!" " Yo let' s be outta here." | |
| Come and take a ride on my bad side | |
| You can' t with my style cause it' s ? pasteurized? | |
| And when I meet my match, | |
| I' m tyin em up in the bassline and stabbin em in the spine for tryin to play fly | |
| We got to have it like some hungry dirty stinkin mother ers | |
| Always actin wild and stupid like truckers | |
| Goin against the grain, barbecuin niggaz in the | |
| Purple Rain as my wild brain child style goin insane | |
| And I' m wild with the usage of a harsh word | |
| My style of speak is mentally disturbed | |
| I drug the head more than hallucinogenics with rhymes like these | |
| On the mic | |
| I' m catchy like herpes | |
| Covalent ionically with the mic | |
| I combine and gain more strength, than a molecule enzymes | |
| E crack the sticks while | |
| I get in the mix and kick some fix after prefix after predicates | |
| I take a trip down memory lane and kick some shit, that' ll bust your brain | |
| Hit as you should, a real common hood | |
| Not Stephanie | |
| Mills, but | |
| I still feel good | |
| I take a Phillie | |
| Blunt to go, and yo | |
| I flow as long as the herb is pumpin |
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