When I Rap Songtext
von Keith Murray

Mr. Murray, uhh, feel this


When I rap, competition perform disappearing acts
I jam suckers like Smuckers (uh-huh)
My squad is funky like a six-pack of motherfuckers (uh)
With conversation, my creation
Will collide nations into confrontation (say word)
Competition couldn′t stand a chance
I wear you out like if I had one pair of pants
Murray emphasizes cataract poetry
Meaning you blind bats can't see me (no sir)
Throughout my career, I rip year to year successfully
Dragging debris in my vicinity (uh, yeah)
My logo is the sickle like the Grim Reaper
My style is the greatest invention since the speaker
A psychopath with a knife in my voice
The lyrical homicidal madman is top choice (uh)
The scene, I scope it
First, because I′m homophobic, and then I rope-a-dope it (say word)
And dominate the cipher bloody red
Coming out my head, leaving rappers braindead (yeah)
I come through like pow, bam
Repping like the lyrical version of Shazam

When I rap
Watch your mouth, better yet, hold your tongue
Believe what I say, when I rap
Watch your mouth, better yet, hold your tongue
Believe what I say, when I rap


When I rap, one hand can't clap
So let's squash the beef, cook it, and we all can get fat
Try to swallow a line and you find
The one tough act to follow, wallow in my vibe (uh-huh)
Swallow and your throat will explode
Sending you through schizophrenic episodes
My style is so well off on its own
I leave it unattended and go see my dog about a bone (uh)
When I′m on the microphone, when I rap
Inviting niggas to leave it alone
I go together with the rhythm like a sentence and some verbs
And herbs, so check out every word
I kick the verse before the time
He put the world on pause, ′cause I fucked his head up with a rhyme
Diamond-studded, rough and rugged
Fuck it, there's nothing left for you to do now but kick the bucket
Dummy, who′s ever flipping
It better be a roundoff, back handspring, Arabian, summy (what up)
With more concentration than an acrobat (hey yo)
When I rap

When I rap
Watch your mouth, better yet, hold your tongue
Believe what I say, when I rap
Watch your mouth, better yet, hold your tongue
Believe what I say, when I rap

When I kick the gift of gab and I'm grinning, I′ll be goddamned
If any mortal or immortal man can withstand
And not slam my jam, 'cause I take ′em on a trip
And flip the script with legit manuscripts
Sparkin' up the mic with real legit compounds
Mass Mike Murray, man, flurries in the bound
Oh what the fuck, you falling, can't get up when I erupt
So pass the buck ′cause you′ve been struck
With the will to learn while I burn
Off carbon dioxide 'cause I′m on the flip side
Word conductor, MC destructor
Niggas be saying, "That Murray's a motherfucker"
I dip and dive, punch you in your eye
In a battle if you try to lie in your rhymes when we socialize
I′m beating Mother Nature down to her knees
While making more papers than trees
You can't be serious, that′s impossible
I leave niggas laid up in the hospital
Bandaged from head to toe
And hat, my shit is intact when I rap

When I rap
Watch your mouth, better yet, hold your tongue
Believe what I say, when I rap
Watch your mouth, better yet, hold your tongue
Believe what I say, when I rap