Lyrics Sychosymatic - Keith Murray

Cow will burn ya, I'm taken MC's straight under
You can't see like Stevie Wonder (ha)

You can't see like Stevie Wonder (ha)
Then the black bull blown like style on the microphone
Throwin' your chromosomes like a cyclone
And commerical raps get the gun claps
A wack on the ground of the head with my ill skill raps
I'ma kill me a crazy motherfucker tonight
Step out the light nocturnal to the night (word 'em up)
Check your sight, they put you in fright (word)
And none of you wanna fight
'Cause my game is mad tight alright
Yo E this might be my last album son (hell no)
'Cause niggas trying to play us like crumbs nobodys (nobody)
I'ma fuck around and murder everybody
And get crazy buckwild with the shottie
You couldn't see me if you weighed five million carrots
'Cause I'm sychosymatic

Ooh I might lose my cool
Ooh I might lose my cool
Ooh I might lose my cool
Ooh I might lose my cool

I'm from the dirtiest stinkiest part of Long Island
But in every corner of the world my style be wilding
And I'm dead serious even though I may be smiling
I'm conshadier antagonizing character in back of the hoodie
Coming to get you for your goodies
So if your 2-2-4-5 technozzels think y'all can creep
But Keith Murray ain't losing no sleep
I'll man-handle and dismantle your mandel down to your thorax
On wax with a bloody axe
But on the real for real the real I build on Capital Hill
And ill 'cause of skill
Breakin' shit up with degrees like a Count Crackula
In fact the factor is compound fractures (uh)
For every action there's a reaction (yeah)

Ooh I might lose my cool
Ooh I might lose my cool
Ooh I might lose my cool
Ooh I might lose my cool