Now What's Up

Yo - now when you hear the name Keith Murray don't think violence

That's nonsense, me and Meth, put that to silence

I'm a product of the streets master of the breaks and beats

Lyrically headstrong and can't be beat

Triple-minded mentally-combineded underground pirate

Microphone tyrant, always comin sideways

and topsy turvy, lyrical crash-up derby

Come, Filthy McNasty, pretty gritty dirty (uh-huh)

Lyrical sayin MC slayin, "Hip Hop Quotable"

Unquotable sociable thirty-eight caliber style swayin

Open your mind to visualize what I'm sayin

The products of the streets don't be playin

It's a bloody ambush like a dirty douche in ya tush

when I push push up in ya bush

Superstar status, break off beats the baddest

Style's the baddest, bring extra clips to stop the madness

[Chorus]

Yo, we in the place - now what's up?

DJ pick up the pace - now what's up?

Gyrate, feel the bass - now what's up?

What the deal, huh - now what's up?

Aiyyo we ain't playin fair no more, there's somethin new in store

A +Hot Boy+ but not from the _504_

New technique to rock the mic, uh

Lyrical "Blade" sharp like Wesley and N'Bushe Wright

Soundbombin - could be a catastrophe, uh

When NASA blast off, Flex blast off me

E-vincible, rap round your left ventricle

So let's be sensible

E tempermental, quick to dismember you

Wyclef that "November" you

They wish they can do (uh) what I can do

If you could switch brains you would, wouldn't you?

My style is Mike, Vince, Earvin

Jordan, Carter, Julius, servin

MC's at will I'm trickery, Lou ain't stickin me

A curveball, Mark ain't hittin me

[Chorus]

Yo, rapid gunfire destroy ya boys and unemploy some

Put the headphones on your kid like Castor Troy's son

Darts'll damage ya dogs, where the U-Haul in my truck

The camera installed, hand upon my balls

Call the morgue I'm killin 'em

Even Kyle is not feelin 'em when I drill 'em with skills of ten Eminems

You feminine, don't even call my name

I stay locked down walkin with a ball and chain

Put the mac where you tongue at, I don't that

These young cats'll get thumbtacked and sent where Big Pun at

Smoke so much the doc asked where my lung at

I took it out to stash my gun, son run that

Pop mega shit, I pop mega clips

Fuck a system, I keep the heat where your Sega sit

Then I bang the controller, 'til the game say over

In the Bricks we'll stick ya when ya plane lays over

[Chorus]

Yo, y'all know me

Maniacs and addicts add it, at it

Venomous addict snakebiter, I the, at it

Cause I'm a little odder, at it

In the Ac' with the aircraft and then leave inactive

My, alter-ego make niggaz alter their egos

I flow and turn the East coast to one big creep show

South premisy, Filthy-delphia pistol bangers

Pistol changin, pistol bangin

I lift metal like Lithuanians

Two-thousand nail me Sy Scott rap's new insanian

It's humane punish ya mayn

'til no skeletal remains remain remain mainly main

to bitten manmade disease that's made by man

Crackin the DNA code to see how God made man

I storm the mainland, scare MC's like slavehands

Put microchips in they wristbands and make 'em raindance

Lay hands like Mike Strahand

Puttin ya face and hands in Ace bands

Tryin to lift more than ya waistband

I travel every shinin sea, sea and land

to finally see when niggaz land

In the error era wherever, forever no error

Easily cut niggaz careers down like ever

Ever forever and ever, don't you ever

fuck with Sy, Khi and Erick when we come together, what?