Herb Is Pumpin’ Songtext
von Keith Murray

I gets dumb with the momentum of the drum
And blow emcees to kingdom come
(The future holds nothing else but confrontation)
Yeah
Murray is a lyric lunatic, tock, boom
I fill the room with the rough rhymes I consume
My lyrics is too fly for this world
And more famous than the Jheri curls
My rhymes correspond with the funk beat
Like infrared corresponds with heat
I′m malicious and vicious, puttin' rappers in stitches
When I′m rippin' up twelve inches My rap style is a metallic bastard
That thrives off of battery acid
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 sheik type of speech
The vital, verbal combat iron list
Wraps rappers′ brains up into a pretzel twist
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 bombazee, baby
Yo, this shit is way out
Check it, let's be outta here


Come and take a ride on my bad side
You can't fuck with my style ′cause it′s bastardized
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 steak and ruckus
Always actin' wild and stupid like Trukus
Goin' against the grain, barbecuin′ niggas in the purple rain
As my wild brainchild style goin′ insane
And I'm wild with the uses of a harsh word
My style of speak is mentally disturbed
I drug your 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 enzyme
Eat crack that sticks while I get in the mix
And kicks up, fix after prefix after predicates
I take a trip down memory lane
To kick some shit that'll bust your brain
Hear this, you should, a real common hood
Not Stephanie Mills, but I still feel good
I take a Philly blunt to go
And yo, I flow as long as the herb is pumpin′