Intro: 1000 degrees Hot
Continuously, yeah
Who's that crazy nigga
Drinkin crazy pussy out of crazy straw
Kicking crazy hardcore, crazy metaphors
When I rap competitions perform disappearing acts
Niggas ask why the Squad be on it like that
Cause we stay with the lethal dosage
Click on the Mic MC's run like roaches
Truthfully I think them niggas is gay
Always havin a party with no DJ
I had to hold my head in disbelief
Them short winded niggas tried to smoke the chief
Of the frontal leaf Keith
Knowing damn well they can't win
My style is rougher than army gear and old timb
The east coast say ill
The west coast say ill
My squad is def they don't give a fuck
They say kill
Cause we can all sing together
That's why I pack the black gat up under the leather
And keep it hot
CHORUS: (3x)
It's 96 degrees in the shade
1000 degrees
I got nuts like Almond Joy, like Mounds you don't
I say and do a lot of things some fake rappers won't
Now I'm the show shocker plus the show stopper
Down with makin G's and all the block clockers
Down with L.O.D., the motherf-ing cop droppers
Down with Def Squad flying through your hood in choppers
Yeah we done been in more shit in the past year
Than the bloods and crips care to hear
Ear to ear, glock to hand, Mic to mouth, resuscitation
Psychosomatic creation
Killing off the nation of perpetration
Player hating, bringin confrontation
I'll shoot your hips up and make you bogle like Jamaicans
I'm doing my thing, if you feel me do your thing
Y'all niggas know my style
I smoke weed on trains and planes
Murderous material submerging from my brain
Chumpin top dollar niggas into small change
And make it hot
CHORUS
I'm the unfuckwitable incredible lyrical individual
Boy your not suitable
I work wonders over the beats
It's no wonder phony MC's pee the bed
Relax your head
Accomodations and compliments of the infrared
Theoretically, hypothetically, practically
Actually ain't nobody fucking with me
I'll sell your stupid ass the Brooklyn Bridge
If you think an MC in your camp can fuck with the kid
I want the sun not to shine for six months, to see who fronts
While the Squad light up the sky with blunts
If you catch a nigger dreaming
Thinking he can fuck with my enterprise
Wake him up, smack em, make him apologize
Cause we be on their lemonade type shit
I ain't no faggot but you derelicts can suck my dick
I make it hot
CHORUS (2x)
Phase one
I grab the Henny and twist the top
Guzzle it that's when the reaction starts
I split the chalk with the dutch
Had the hash in the greenery, then the L get sparked
Keith Murray's never smokin on babith
Niggas give me dirt and I throw it in the garbage
Actual facts, writin exact, sacks of African Black
I smoke two back to back
I smoke so much I choke out fire alarms
With the towel under the door feel the effect of the bar
Put Visine in my eyes so no one can tell
Looked in the mirror, said to myself yo you high as hell
I inhale a gray smoke full of tram
Get 3-Dimensional visions like CD-ROM
Inahle it through your mouth, freeze like you froze
Then *blowing sound*, blow it out yo nose
CHORUS: Repeat lines 11-14 2X
Me and the Funk Doctor Spot up top on the hop
Block two big jig hot shots coppin mots
Seasons slice precise, ice 'n' tights
Chickenheads that circle the block twice
If you chokin then pass cuz it's not a game
Bitches hit my blunts and never feel the same
They start actin strange and kinda erotic
I try to tell her you aint nothin bout no chronic
Ahh drats I think I'll take a long walk
And light a fat one up for the sargeant general of New York
Who determine gettin lifted kill brain cells maybe
If it wasn't for weed, niggas would be goin crazy
So smell it from afar, comin from the bar
Or rushin out when I open up the car door
Whether home or party in a bag or a jar
Put that lah in the air and represent with a stand form
CHORUS 2X
I'm not sayin I'ma a pothead, cuz I'm not
I'm just sayin that I smoke alot
Catch me in V.I.P. smokin with Dennis Scott
Or after the show in the parkin lot
I only buy weed from a selective few
Cuz niggas is wicked and they will get you
I ran outta blunts got some paper from your mother
She had extra weed so we rolled another
No doubt, I hear you out
Before I roll my L, I think the cancer part out
I'ma kite cuz I missed the buddah spot before the flight
And damn we gon be away for like 12 nights
So here I am in Amsterdam gettin high again
You know what, come to think of it, yo, I'd love a Heineken
Inhale it through your mouth, freeze like you froze
Then *blowing sound* blow it out yo nose
CHORUS
I gets dumb with the momentum of the drum
And blow MC'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 fuck 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 motherfuckers
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
[Erick Sermon]
Uh-huh
Yeah
One two, one two
Smokin blunts
Mad Dog 20/20
We gonna get funky
[Keith Murray]
I grab the forty rip off the skirt
Guzzle it, grab the mic and come out the woodworks
When shit's thick and no time to think
Keith Murray gets busy off a Basic Instinct
I puff a L and drink some liquor
Sit down and write a jam that receive the muhfuckin sticker
As God as my witness, with the sickness
of a cannibalist cannibus I floats like a cumulus
My perpetual rebel intellectual
Won't catch a bad experience, with hallucinogenic either
I float simply with the canibus setiva
As my speech fall deep as in the scriptures
And graphic opponents like Picasso paint in pictures
If my eyes ain't red, it's all in my head
Once said by a Ph.D med
Legalize and I'll advertise, cuz
*chorus*
[Yeah] (";I... get lifted";)
[Roll a Phillie and get]
[Roll a ziggy and get] (";Fire up this funk";)
[Yeah, like that y'all/Yeah word up] (";I... get lifted";)
[Roll/Puff the Phillie and get]
[Roll/Puff the ziggy and get] (";Fire up this funk, fire up this funk";)
This the real deal not a publicity stunt
I gets high like if the man in the movie puffin blunts
But verily barely merrily is it dope or the dream
Step into my chain izm intervene the smokescreen
I captivate it then cultivate it, jealous of my desire
Smoke it down to the fire, anything to get a little higher
I've been to college but to be truthfully frank
Weed is knowledge, cause it makes me think
I pick anatomy and hem reality like Jah
Rastas read the bible, after puffin sensimillia
And the seeds it gets me high to fly, I ain't bullshittin
You can ask Bill Clinton, he could verify that
*chorus*
Step into this intersection and take this rap
I got a vicious plot but first take me by the weed spot
I do this for my niggaz locked down runnin capers
Smokin herb, and the bible papers
But how does it feel when you got no fire?
And kyant pass fi dutchie pon de leffhand side
What the fuck? Who the fuck wanna fuck
with the six shot shooter, I murder you over buddha
What I discuss'll bust a rhyme style nucleus
And roast them ghostes, puffin hocus pocus
So kid, pass that bomb trom word bond
So I can toke it with more wins than a python
Different Strokes for different folks
He like the chocolate thai
you like to float with the green skunky smoke
Roll up a fat one and pass it around
Laid back hypnotized to the funky sound, word
*chorus 2X*
";Yo man, what's that guy's name, the Green Eyed Bandit?
He worked with Redman, Redman, whatever the fuck his name is...";
[Redman]
Hooo-ahhh!
High as a motherfucker
Zonin on cloud nineteen as the Def Squad takes you
on another eerie place... of a dark side
Yesssss!!!
[Keith Murray]
I escape from the world
To show niggaz that my style is superb
For what it's worth I'm gettin off planet Earth
but I gotta redefine gravity first
So I figure, I get my guns and I bust the biggest cap
from the demand of the trigger
I'm equipped to dip with a knapsack
and a survival kit, with blunts n shit (word!)
I'm in all black, ?with a face? money
wanna double to NASA, to hijack a space shuttle
More ages than curiosity
I enter the backdoor with animosity (";Yeah, here's Murray!";)
Searchin for the astronauts, checkin my watch
Determined the time I had to be out
I saw my prey without a second delay
Suited up, strapped down, straight and on my way
For five seconds to liftoff I was in the Hell
when I escaped from the world
I escaped from the world (4X)
So far...
I went through a Milky Way of stars
And landed on my destination, which was Mars (whoa, shit!)
This planet was foreign and new
As I'm puffin on a blunt, observin the view
To my surprise, a spaceship arrived
Out came a Martian, with six fingers and three eyes
He spoke a bleeky type of dialect (";Bleek, bleek bleek bleek bleek bleek";)
but understood my form of intellect
I said, ";I'm Keith Murray from the planet Earth
Boy I'm psychosomatic and homicidal with a verse";
My hypercritical form of words busts his brains
and then the whole atmosphere changed (";What the fuck?";)
rrarahrhagharhar rharhagahgahrahgh
I was surrounded by some Martians in the hut about to front
I used my last resort, and pulled out the Blunts
Lit it, got the whole Martian crew blitted
So now's my chance to try to get acquitted
I said, ";I escaped from the planet Earth
to let my mind untwirl because I'm mad at the world
And the murder wasn't premeditated
My language was just mis-interpretated";
One acknowledge I'm right and pulled out the peace pipe
Aight? About to set the vibes right
He lit it with his finger, I smelled the Martian buddha linger
I felt good cause I released some anger
No sooner than the cease of the herb ignite
I was headed back to Earth at the speed of light
Upon my return niggaz thought I was in jail
Nah kids... I escaped from the world
[Redman]
As we zone, on the cosmic type of funk
(escapism y'all)
We drop mad flows, for the 1990's
(escapism y'all, escapism y'all)
The Funk Doctor Spock signin off live
(escapism y'all, escapism y'all, escapism y'all)
This is how we do
(escapism y'all, escapism -- escape from the world)
Flows enough for the nineteen ninties and we OUT!
(escapism y'all)
Intro:
Ha ha ha Def Squads in the house. One more time. Hostile word up. Keith
Murray representin' ?. Yeah
Verse 1:
Keith Murray gets busy most beautifully
Got Hostile with E.D. in 93
Yo it's a small small world out there so prepare and beware
Because I'm coming out rougher this yeah ah yeah
Now you know I don't care
With a hardrock funk style that's pretty much out there (word up)
With the wickedest episodes on the globe
With my patterns are murderous poetry unfold
My vocabilation is out of your imagination
(We Slam like Onyx on your radio station)
I'm internationally known from the east to the west coast
I like hot butter on my breakfast toast
Why chase the bass of the base of my face
When you know what kind of bitch you are in the first place
I bust phat rap caps miraculously
Come across me for a little something for everybody
You're all in the mustard and can't ketchup
I wreck up like a tech up so go get a check up
Hook:
I dip dip di your face in the place
I dip dip di in your face...and brings the drama like Jason (x2)
Verse 2:
The one and only philly blunt king Murray
Apostrophy Keith chief of the phontom leaf
I Takes It To The Streets over raggady ruff beats
And I turns beef into minks meat
Now who wanna test? Compound or stress?
Yes I'll hurt that chest just like a vest never the less
I still writes like a mad journalist
In the heart of the funk of this who is this?
Drainin' your brain you can't maintain
Please Keith come back kiss away the pain
With bloody murder you never heard of
Click like the Def Squad comin' more ubsurder
I cert a, for the way I hurt a and murder (yeah)
Tracks way before the hard hit of cracks
Way before the Gotti and the Angles fought backs
Yeah I brung drama like Jason
Hook
Verse 3:
And we be blowin' up the spot like nitroglycerin
For those who be listenin' I be rolling like perellies on Michellins
Simpleton, I gets retarded like Bart Simpson
Vicous and superstitious hit you with snitchy stitches
There will be repentance when I cast my sentence
I bite with a vengence, you can tell in every fuckin' sentence
That I'm finestly cruel with ink in my think tank
Remember the current with my memory bank
Point blank I'm ranked number one (yes my son)
So eat a dick up...and hiccup
[Keith Murray]
Yo, you think them niggaz out there impress me?
Don't none of that shit impress me
Oh, I'm supposed to listen cause they on the radio?
Psssh, I'm ready
I got, nuttin to lose in the world to gain
I leave you slain and make your family relocate and change their names
Like the West coast say, I'm bout the ?macolay?
Niggaz be slippin when I be flippin and I'll see you next trip
Cause revenge is a motherfucker payback is a bitch
Especially when I'm coin with that Def Squad click
Can you relate to an intense, motherfucker
Gridiron mic cuffer, terror to the jugular
Smother all the others, punk motherfuckers
But I'ma keep it real, cause me and you is brothers
It'll happen so fast boy you won't stand a chance
Cause the L.O.D. put in work like red ants
And when I walk by Curtis Mayfield'll draft
And spell the full limp love is just like Shaft
Shit I craft, is harder than Chinese math
Plus I lay you down for standing on Dangerous Ground
Chorus: Keith Murray, 50 Grand (with variations)
Aiyyo you're standing on Dangerous Ground, too close to the crown
Let's see if you know the bounds
I said you're standing on Dangerous Ground, too close to the crown
Let's see if you know the bounds
Aiyyo y'all standing on Dangerous Ground, too close to the crown
Let's see if you know the bounds
Yo kid you standing on Dangerous Ground, too close to the crown
Let's see if you know the bounds
[Keith Murray]
Let's embark on this mission like Black Indiana Jones
is eatin Pookie sandwiches and smokin chronic bones
See I kill it a little, then leave it alone
Let my man 50 G drag it into his zone
[50 Grand]
Now 50 Grand's in the room and Legion of Doom
And if you sayin Def Squad's the bomb then I'll assume
It's takes brain splittin compositions, makin incisions
Dranin the blood up out silly niggaz, like morticians
[Keith Murray]
Now I'ma mack out and pimp the rhythm like Too $hort and Dru Down
And wait for what go around to come around
And beat it in the head with this, send em off into the unknown
In and out of conciousness, kind of like
a hip-hop microphone hypnotic
Specialist in gettin inside artists, sick word analyst
World's most foul freestylist
C'mon man y'all niggaz know y'all can't get with this
Chorus
[Keith Murray]
And kill the noise playboys cause we have no flaws
We employ hits the whole family can enjoy
I'll be masterin the Funk like Flex, mentally
Etchin and Sketchin, speakin with my hands like Terminator X and
scheme and get choked out like Radio Raheem
My team'll put you to sleep and let you dream
I'm not down with the East West coast controversy
Me say you you say me, across the country makin millis
I'll be glad to see a brother get paid for hard work
But instead y'all steady tryin to ditch up the dirt
[50 Grand]
Yeah niggaz still tryin to toss salt in the game
And y'all done read my name graffitied in the walls of fame
Let me explain niggaz die for fame in this game my name's
like a migraine, rappers get banged out the frame
See some funny style niggaz in the house tonight
With posses too thin to win, and too light to fight
Think twice
Chorus
[Keith Murray]
I had the last watch and y'all niggaz on the corner pumpin gas
Nervous like you lyin to a polygraph
[50 Grand]
Come see a real show, cut off your flow, killin you slow
One time for L.O., I'm like a thief, in your window
[Keith Murray]
Or catch us in the streets, herdin like cattle
Defeatin rappers without contracts and battles, swingin like Mickey Mantle
[50 Grand]
Niggaz trippin like they wanna be me
Challenge Def Squad, L.O.D. you livin Dangerously
[VERSE 1]
You know I had to go there right, that's water baby
Ay yo shorty got the badonkadonk, look right
Hangin of the edge of dat Kawasaki bike
See em in da streets at work rump galore
They be in salons, restaurants and stores
They come in all shapes sizes, fashions and colors
It might be your sister, aunts or your mothers
Or your baby mama and they aunts and they cousins
They roam in droves of half a dozens
Now you may not have seen a lot and maybe you have
All you gotta do is hit up your local ave
lookin at the female anatomy
I see what made little Richard Write, Good golly miss molly
Excuse me miss no disrespect miss (you drop somethin)
Sike but that thing is da beautifulist
I bet you hit the bathroom and light up a clip
Sit down and take one fat hit
[CHORUS 2X]
We be spankin that ass pumpin it up
girl you gotta a badunkadunk
No doubt, badunkadunk, badunkadunk
Break me off a chunk of that badunkadunk
[VERSE 2]
I was on 45th chillin with my man Earl
when she walked by I started singin you gotta fatty girl
You know I'm right don't be rude
Its just a compliment stanky you should be say thank you
To the ladies in da street that ever shook my hand
And thanked me for representing that fat back
It a raised your antennaes and keep you on point
Gwedoe's be like yo she gotta badoinkadoink
Bro and godamn boy ooo it
come equip with three D thongs and shake included
Although it's rated PG little boys can look
Little girls write about it in they diary book
They be on TV, T-shirts and pocket books
Attracts straight lace guys down to crooks
So if you ever seen one that ain't fat
Hit with an extra can of fixaflat
[CHORUS 2X]
Ay yo Tina gotta badunkadunk, I know I told you I'd be true
But Tina gotta badunkadunk so I'm leavin you
Yo Leesa gotta badunkadunk, I know I told you I'd be true
But Leesa gotta badunkadunk so I'm leavin you
Intro:
Come on, Yeah
Hook:
Who you wit? Where you at? (x2)
Kel-Vicious:
I'm stanking strong
23 years old now
With the big, bang boogie and the big pow pow
(Ay, yo, you Kel)
Not much, just keepin' it tight
With the Philly Blunt King gettin' high as a kite
I got no time for bullshittin'
I have to start lickin'
Cause niggas get jeal off the shit Kel be kickin'
Get your free head ups, cause I'm seven foot tall
And I ain't scared of none of ya'll
This shit is off the wall
Keith Murray:
I be the genie in your lamp, the face on your stamp
the hip-hop rocker stompin' all through your camp
We went from smokin' weed in bullen therapy
to takin' suckers out on national TV
So on and so on, furthermore in other words
We kick niggas heads to the curb
Hook:
Who you wit? (Def Squad0
Where you at? (L.O.D.) (x4)
Kel-Vicious:
I shook hands with all across the land from here to Japan
Back to the motherland up to Canada
Nigga I";ll Jeru the Damaja
Your rap style is weak and it has no stamina
Keith Murray:
Ay yo, this is for the big quzzlers
Gun smugglers, drug jugglers and chelua puffers
Mister Armor to all
You gonna take a fall
For tryin' to walk before you crawl
We'll kick 120 rhymes in 60 seconds
Niggas standing on the sideline feeling disrespected
While I dissected your shit get ejected
I got Kel-Vicious the malicious next to wreck it
Kel-Vicious:
We can make this shit hot or we can keep it cool
But as soon as a nigga violate the rules
I get the spot hot quick, (Yo, Kel be illin' and shit)
Cause I be comin' down the block with the pistol grip
With all this violence in the world
How could I not be a crook?
I could stick a nigga up with my mean fuckin' looks
Make a bitch drop her draws
Grab the microphone and pause
There's many casualites of war
Killer Kel is at the door
Hook
Keith Murray:
I be the mad, mad scientist, mad conquesting
Getting quick dough like off-track betting
Overall you niggas be dead on arrival
Meanwhile me and Kel be buggin' off survival
My supporting cast will bust that ass
I got a beeper and a phone but you can find me on the Ave
Y'all niggas definitely ain't got nothing fur us
We'll take it to the streets on Stallone and Chuck Norris
Kel-Vicious:
You can wake up call, I got the intchy finger ya'll
Can''t be sleeping on the block cause that's when I clock
And it's New Jack City
Smackig Motherfuckers out like bitties
Boy your bad, boy your rude, boy our vicious
Fuck it, niggas get bust now for lookin' suspicious
I got a 9, pack 9 lives like a cat
Word is bond, niggas try to bust I bust em back
And I don't give a fuck about me or you
I damage your whole family plus your crew
Artist: Keith Murray f/ Erick Sermon, Redman
Album: Yeah Yeah You Know It 12"
Song: Yeah Yeah You Know It
[Keith Murray]
Just blaze, you son-of-a-gun
{"Uh-huh, uh-huh" - repeat 13X over chorus}
Yeah yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it
[Chorus]
we do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck
Yeah yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it
[Verse 1: Keith Murray]
Lights, camera, action you're on
"Excuse me Murray, but your ah ah ah on"
I spit the (ha ha ha ha ha) word bond
cuz cats out here dont be sayin' jack bone
I get raw and explicit when I spit it on the mic
Old folks say "that boy need the lord in his life"
Nigga, think you can phase me???
but nigga, you must be crazy!!!
It go "est loco, dame un beso"
Dominican girls, them call us negro
I short pony, short camel toe
the reason why man, I dont know
no matter where I go, here I go, there I go I'm propa
And keep shit poppin' like orville redenbacher
more freaky-deaky wit' the speachy
I stay off the meat rag boy (exactly)
[Chorus] - repeat 2X
[Verse 2: Erick Sermon]
Seromon, bless a flow you know Hod sent me
Time is money, and my time cost like a Bentley
I'm dope (oh yeah you know it)
got a infared beam (ain't scared to show it)
Peep it, check my movement this here feel rite (how???)
Check his cap make sure his pill rite (boy)
You a fake thug wit' a deal
The only gang you represent is sugar Hill
You cats is kittens boy drink this milk
Put down that Hennessy son ya killin' me
Dub, I snatch the corn from the children
stashed it in ya homeboy's buildin'
(Stop he's killin' him somebody call the cops!!!)
Yeah call 911, and watch no one come
That's to show how nice I am
The fifth group Russell signed to Def Jam
[Chorus] - repeat 2X
[Verse 3: Redman]
Im the bed I'm the marathon man, redman
Hittin' more walls than aerasol cans, don't I???
(Yeah Yeah you know it)
And when I fuck??? (Ain't scared to show it)
And when the Brick's outta control, barricade the city
There's an outbreak in ya outta state committee
You seen it (yeah yeah you know it)
And if you got it??? (ain't scared to show it)
You want the bad guy - here I am
I got them hoes on gilla-cam
Throwin' the drawers in the ceilin' fan
You as small as a kilogram
I'm a plane ridin' over colombia, ya middle man
I'm the boss Doc-ta Binaca
Shut up all the gossip, bring the rasta
I whoop ass like Ike Turner any day
When I stomp Mc's out I yell "Annie Mae???"
Whether I'm hot or not, pidgeons gon' flock
They gon' get that wig done fa' diggin' on Doc
Find me 'round the aisle in frozen food
Because I am so cool, cool, cool, cool
[Chorus] - repeat to fade
Trailer red like the sea
Well I'm the son of a crowded bed
Find your love's gonna count for me
Your love that breaths, breeds
Gonna paste up our damn heads
Gonna drop, gonna drop, gonna count for me
Your love that breaths, breeds
Your love that's catchin' the breeze.
Son of a crowded bed
Son of a cloudy night
Well find your love's gonna count for me, your love's gonna count for me
We'll count down (8x)
Yeah
Waitin' for a chance to pass
Some ho say some say now go
Lookin' for a chance for speed
A love that breaths, breeds
High time getting past black
Gonna drop, gonna drop, gonna count for me
Your love that breaths, breeds
Your love that's catchin' the breeze
Son of a crowded bed
Son of a cloudy night
Find your love's gonna count for me, your love's gonna count for me
We'll count down (16x)
Yeah
Verse 1
When I rap competition perform disappearing acts
I jam suckers like smuckers
My squad is funky like a six pack of motherfuckers
With conversation my creations will collider nations into confrontation
Competition couldn't stand a chance
I'll wear you out like if I had one pair of pants
Murray emphasises cadarac poetry meaning you blind bats can't see me
Throughout my career I rip year to year sucessfully
Dragging debree in my vicinity
My symbol is the sickle like the Grim Reaper
My style is the greatest invention since the speaker
A pyschopath with a knife in my voice
The lyrical homocidal madman is top choice
The scene I scope it first because I'm homophobic
And then I rope-a-dope it
And dominate the sight of bloody red
Coming out my head leaving rappers brain dead
I come through like POW! and BAM!
Reppin' like the lyrical version of Shazaam (Damn!....)
When I rap
Chorus(2x)
[L.L. Cool J sample] Watch your mouth better yet hold your tongue
[DMX sample] Believe what I say!
[Keith Murray] When I rap
Verse 2
When I rap one hand can't clap
So lets squash the beef cook it and we all can get fat
Try to swallow a line and you'll find
I'm one hard act to follow rollow in my vibe
Swallow and your throat will explode
Sending you through schizophrenic episodes
My style is so well off on it's own
I leave it unattended and go see my dog about a bone
When I'm the microphone ( When I rap )
And biting niggas will leave it alone
I go together with the rythm like a sentence and some verbs
And herbs so check out every word
I kicked a verse for Father 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 round-off back hand-spring arabian summy
With more concentration then an acrobat
When I rap
Chorus
Verse 3
When I kick the gift of gab and I'm grim and I'll be god damned
If any mortal or immortal man can withstand
And not slam my jams cause I take them on a trip
And flip the script with legit manuscripts
Fogging up the mic with real legit compounds
Mass mic Murray man flurries in the bound
Oh what the fuck you fall and can't get up when I erupt
So pass the buck cause you've been struck
With the will I learn will I burn
Off carbon dioxide cause I'm on the flip side
Word conducter emcee destructer
Millions 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
Chorus(4x)
Verse One: Erick Sermon
Yo Troy, turn me up so I can conductthe disco inferno
Oklahoma aroma (uh)
I smell the roof on fire without Parliament
just Def Squad shit, dig it
Rhymes I be like liquid swords
You abandon ship, real niggas stay aboard (word)
I'm flexin' hittin' you in the mid-section
Drop for protection. Cuttin' you clean like a ";C"; section
I puts it down in my field. I sport a vest
no need for a Brooke Shield kneel
E, an African boy with charisma
A lyrical giant bigger than Lane Bryant
Su-per rhymes be twilight zone warp speed true indeed
Don't forget boy I'm still hittin' swithes
In my Lexus truck, flaggin' down ugly bitches (word up)
Verse Two: Busta Rhymes
Erick Sermon ya'll yeah, yeah, yeah. Def Squad ya'll yeah, yeah, yeah.
Flipmode Squad ya'll yeah, yeah, yeah. Excitement, my lights be shinin' on
niggas. Hit with more enlightment (yo). The major difference is in many
different instances. you drinkin' too much Guinesses. Now look at all the
witnesses (huh). I told you one thing for sure. When I gets down son, I keep
it raw. Break the law from here to Arkansas. Focus, I be the mostest, the
dopest. Rhyme flow bounce atrocious. Bag of weed, my niggas smoke this. Shit
I be stacking in jams. While I be packin' in what's happening. I'm charged
with interstate and trafficking. Rhyme calisthetics will make you see the the
Medic. Shit will break you down in order for to make M.C.'s like the
alphabetics. Yo, yo just go there practice. The fact is you do not listen.
You go ahead and get slapped up with a cactus. Ass backwards, fart on
mothafuckas just like BDP. I'm fresh for 9-6 you suckas. Keith Murray now.
Verse Three: Keith Murray
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Word up). Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Busta Rhymes. Yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah. Now if you know the words then you can surely rap along. Go
against the grain and surely get stomped strong. My squad is too high to get
over. L.O.D. is too low to go under. I'll rain on your brain and give you
visions of thunder. See everybody loves Keith Murray 'cause I'm on the top.
But i know ain't nobody fuckin' with me if I ever drop. It's all about the
bread. Spread taught to me by E and Red. Fuck them niggas talkin' out the
side of their head. Different day same shit. I heard a dope beat but if E
didn't do it then you know I can't fuck with it. Here's something you all can
understand. Fuck you coming from the fuck you man. Livin' in drama comma.
Trauma bubbling like lava. On site bomber to all wack rhymers. And if you
ain't tough don't wear my logo. And if you ain't fly you can't play with my
yo-yo. Cause who's pockets is fattest matters. I'll serve famous Keith
Murray's beef curries. Scattered rappers on platters. For tryin' get at us
knowing we the baddest. With major operation, mental observation status. I
used to love her then I got some common sense. Now it ain't funny, the bitch
better have my money (word up).
Verse Four: Jamal
Lace the chronic with the bomb-bah. Hash the tye, blaze 'em up 1 time for my
partner in crime. Who can I on my hip (why) cause niggas trip. Pull a burner
all you know is a murder occured. A curb swerver wana be server/ baller. Got
dome call hauled to the mortician for silly ambitious. I'm nice and precise,
hard like rock. You shook like dice and pop like glock. Amy shit knock the
shelves (yo, yo). Witness this nigga ro, trigga flow, digga ho. Niggas ass
out, passout, excessively. Fuckin' with this manic-depressive will be the
lesson of your life. Spoiled rotten and plottin' and double shottin'. Packin'
always rapping but smacking a lot of action. I am in the house smelling like
contra-band. I demand your mic in hand, seriously as a man run it.
Verse Five: Redman
Ay yo, watch these 5 niggas stand up in triple pod. Circle back to back,
scoping all angles. Why does hip-hop circumference start gettin' tangled?
They drop 1 by 1 in the dark gettin' strangled. I come fresher than Summer's
Eve please. Squeeze your wack-ass amphetamine rhyme drug-related. I'll make
sure your loot and your wife and kids are confiscated. The lawnmower Red do
damage to circuit breakers. Go ahead and hype them niggas up, let 'em go.
Just a blow from the invincible will show 'em I'm original. Freeze, I'm like
Baskin and Robbin I'm robbing Haagen-Dazs. And the whole Hit Squad target
ain't nobody fuckin' with me. The potency that I blow from my mouth. Will no
doubt choke Jeeesus. Travelin' around the world with no Visas or American
Express. Just Jamaican excess (ha!). Can I impose on your cipher? Been
rippin' shows since your moms was foldin' your diaper. Niggas see me up top
dolo daily catch ease 600 V. On the mobile trailin' back to A.T.L. Swell some
more heads with that Long Island sound. That be thicker than cornbread
(money). Jersey tales from from the hood without Sonnny. And I know niggas
want me. That's why my blade keep me company. Slice your neck, stick my arm
down your throat. Rip out your artichoke.
Intro:
Announcer: Can I have your attention please?
Keith: On my way to JFK
Announcer: Final boarding for flight 655 at Gate 14
Keith: I don't want of ya
I'm on my way to LaGaurdia
I'm on my way home or away, JFK (2x)
Hey yo, anywhere I go I definately reo for mine
Cause I'm constantly in a Def Squad state of mind
I went to New Orleans and kept it clean
Spitting, splitting rappers at they seams for the cream
By all means
Although I seen the green wasn't enough
I jumped in the Lexus, went to Texas, pulled a royal flush
Feelin like Tony Atlas, up in Dallas
Rhymacutin with them niggas who be shootin up in Houston
And do remember I get in ya in Virginia
Swept N.C. and S.C freeze the West Indies
Oh and I'm going back to Indiana and Alabama
Did the ink pad bounce through Atlanta
I be rapidly runnin through chocolate cities
Like Philly, D.C., Cincinnati, and M.D.
And Jersey, Lord have mercy
Can't nobody serve me cause my world be free
CHORUS:
Goin around the world, goin around the world
All around the world, goin around the world
Goin around the world cause my world be free
Goin around the world (3x)
Cause my world be free
Then I was touching ground Uptown
As my rings gleamed in Queens
As I cooked it up in Brooklyn for all the friends
Kentucky was lucky I had to much Hennessey
When I was representing love love Tenessee
Kansas City, Missouri can speak upon the glory
St. Louis can even tell the story
Of how I dropp shit thick and cold like the snow in Chicago
A major up in Ohio, I was pack with cactus tactics
Up in Phoenix, Arizona set shit on fire in Oklahoma
Niggas had their ears pinned to the ground listening
When I was stomping through Detroit, Michigan
You hear me sounding crispy looking all scandalous
Swervin in the streets of San Francisco and Los Angeles
Don't even ask the question did I visit Africa
Shit I warmed it up in Alaska, smashed Nebraska
CHORUS (3x)
From interstate to tri-state to international
Mr. Keith Murray always keeps it classical
They had me up in England, mic stranglin
Jewels danglin while my single jingle jangling
Number one in my field, never defeated
Went to Sweden demonstrated malicious mic beatings
I was with my right hand man, Redman
When I did the Ichiban crane style in Japan
I transform like Dr. Bruce Banner
Stepped off the plane and blacked out up in Canada
I'm a million dollar man like Lee Majors
Fucked around and hit the jackpot up in Vegas
Yeah handin out vapors like bad news
Yo I be everywhere puttin down y'all
It's Def Squad y'all know my plans
Intro:
Niggas can't hold me back
We ain't comin' for no bullshit
Niggas talking all that yackedy yack, word up
Verse 1:
Here's to Mrl Keith Murray
the Mr. Pictionary
The Mr. quicck to fuck shit up in a hurry
ON the mic I'll squash you little Ms. Philosoophy
With atomic technological atrocity
I find it very ironic that niggas try to rhyme behind me
the supersonic Def Squad MC
Get bird's eye view
And don't miss the crispiest nigga in the nucleus
With futuristic linguistics
Ballistics be twisted like physics (word up)
Niggas be like how you come up wit this shit
But it's automatic, I'm inorganic
With the ability to travel nine planets
Niggas can't undrstand it, please
I spark the brain of your G's
We could battle for car keys and car titles
House deeds and bank accounts to make it final
I got what you need
The most homicidal words to co9me out of a human being
Mind state sick like Idi Amin
Hook:
You can do what ya got to
And say what you may
But niggas gonna come outside wit gun play anyway
So I play the game
And let the ball bounce where it may
And roll with Def Squad and L.O.D. everday X2
Verse 2:
Abracadabra talk shit I'll reach right out and grad ya
The hype got you like gimmy
Don't let it have ya
I'll knowck you skeezas pleasers black like Jesus
Never lost in the jungle
Navigators with caesars
Instead dare iz a dark side said by Red
I'm consciously, crusciously coming for your head
I'm from a small coast call stay out my path
And from a big city called foot up in your ass
Jeepers, weepers, peepers get snuffed
By the sneakiest, throughout the speakers
Like fist to cuffs
Who the fuck is this paging me?
Oh, it's my creepy, greepy, grimy
Rough rhyme, crimy Reggie, I'm saying
Fuckwho, went where, when, why and how
Get my shit to me not now but right now
Lucky niggas went platinum
Thinkin' they can see us
We swoop down on crews
Like angels on dust
I'll leave you mental so broke
You can't pay attention
When I get inside your head
And take your brain to another dimension
I'm itching for a scratch
And somebody to try to match
The battle cat constatly be on it like that
The doom has dawned in
We knockin' niggas out without warning
And pissing on them
The configuration is brain cell wastin'
Renegades of funk
Like Africa Bambatta and the Zulu Nation
You facin' a maniac
Pacing over the track
Constantly bringing drama like Jason
In fact I'm L.O.D.ing it and there go planet Def Squad
Puttin' it down play for play like Ahmad Rashad
For the cause, I";m wiring jaws
Got niggas eating full-course meals out of crazy straws
And if it win't def it ain't shit
I'm taking it to the limit
And killing it each and every minute
Cause Keith Murray takes the beef a major step higher
And peace makers will get causght in the cross fire
Hip Hop's filled with back stabbers
Blunt grabbers, cats with dirty claws, dogs with filthy paws
Then you got rap artists
Claimin' to be the hardest
Bust them in their shit
And they're quick to press charges
Spot rushers, block busters, rockin' diamond clusters
Comin' to stick the rich out you motherfuckers
Educated black man on premises
L.O.D. and Def Squad forever Arch nemesis
Verse One:
Kaboom! Guess who stepped in the room?
Lookin' like the creature from the Black Lagoon
There's gonna be a 187 real soon
If some niggas don't give me some elbow room
I'm runnin with the Legion of Doom
Like a pack of wolves foamin at the mouth on full moon
I track range between space and time
And push back like receding hair lines
That's the essence of the effervescence
At this melodic dynamic shit progresses
A mic murderer for hire
As I sit back and watch your little gimmick backfire
Under the circumstances in any order of events
I be with sick niggaz rollin thick
Dissin the system got America mad at me
Like my name was O.J. Simpson
Chorus: repeat 2X
My style is all that and a big bag of chips with the dip
So fuck all that sensuous shit
The astronomical is comin through like the flu bombin you
Verse Two:
Get off my d.k. you pitty pat bitch, stepped into the party
People wonderin' if I'm a start some shit
Prisoner of the media very often
Cause people be blowin shit out proportion
False information and bogus arithmetic
Got everybody stuck on stupid, misinterpretating shit
How could I? Why should I damage my career?
Over a nigga that'll probably bust me out of fear
Don't let your mouth get you into somethin that your ass can't get out
When I see you I'm a pull your dreads out your scalp
Caution: code red
I could kill you now but instead I'm a put this thought into your head
I got the illest crew in the industry
We could go to war for 30 years like foreign countries
Yo slow your roll
Cause I don't really think you know with what you dealin
Chorus
Verse Three:
Man fuck bitches I'm getting money
And laughin at these clown ass niggaz like they funny
The grand imperial with milky material
I be the surprise in the bottom of your cereal.
One thing I gotta say my Squad never lost it
Unlike you corny MC's out there who Farrah Fawcett
Can't rhyme runnin your mouth all the time
While Def Squad sit back and enterprise perfect crimes
Got the Funk Lord squeezin the life out of keyboards
While each MC tear the frame out of mic chords
Yo I was in the bullpen with them niggas pullin heists
Grown ass men crying like little mice, but I'ma bounce true indeed
Cause punk ass only bagged me with two ounces of weed
Now I'm back in the city lights
And all I can think about is keepin it tight
(chorus) just because you came here
doesnt mean that you can stay
just because you woke up this mornin'
doesnt mean you can stay awake
yo the streets is hungry (word)
its time to eat most definitely
grab ya plate
get ya knifes and ya forks yea
Keith Murray Get ready
verse1
yo as i look out at the high rise
and right about my life into the sunrise
lookin at the smoke where the twin towers stood
40 blocks away 40 stories high i could see it good
but we been at war and under attack
we got P.O.W.s fightin to get back (in jail)
and these affected by the poverty war
we pack gats frontline and will endure
i go to bed with god and wake up with the devil
in a battle i blacked out and beat a man with a shovel
its obligatory that you hear my side of the story
he had the face a fearshaken like a leaf on a tree
you just another potential casualty
this is a walk n corpse song and the beat is your conspiracy theory
and the time is getting more scary
so pack when neccessary and say your L.O.D. Hail Marys
(chorus x 2)
verse 2
yo im eye of a tiger inside the head of a liar
give 'em pure hell brimstone and fire
this is MC canniballism by connoisseur
from the lyrical lexicon metador of metaphor
yo from the little voice in my conscience
i might just leave your fuckin ass unconscience
yea i seen you wit with that smirk on
you little fuckin clown i turn that smile into an upside down frown
produce chaos in the culture of the enemy
you will never posses the skills to defeat me
i be the all eye seein you hear it sporadic
i rhyme at will be on your ass automatic
with thoughts of power i rain thunder showers
i eat alot of brain food and you'll get devoured
man hunt chase of the night stalker off da leash walker
my dog is a fire barker
(chorus x 2)
verse 3
yo from the instinctual coming of the insect
to the mind of a genius and the heart of a prophet
to them bootlegged niggas and the chicks that cop it
ask anyone they know how the fuck drop it
n coastin constant motion essential
with futition nuclear potential
you hear a cold whisper you see da mask of a phantom acts wailin
deranged assailant
i tame the rage, isolate,chase and kill my prey
walk the lion outta da cage
and thats a part of life or should i say death
reach in your mouth snatch out ya very last breath
searchin my subconscience for the meaning
im sweatin blood bullets cause my whole world is bleedin
Ooooo now check how i come at you
i will eat you defeat you i'm parasitical
(chorus x 4)
theres no where you can run
no way to hide
the world is a cage and we all locked inside
so you might as well fight to survive
yea yea
featuring 50 Grand Ron Jay
Intro:
You better recognize what. Snatchh your fuckin' head from your neck. Word
up it's the cold blooded sin. Strickly murder. Legion of Doom 94. Word 'em
up this is how we do that shit. Techs to your record son. Shit. Fuck that
shit. Word 'em up that how we're always been.
50 Grand:
Yo check it I feel the vibe like Shanet
Collaborate on niggas brains and bend you ass like a Sinse'
My death sentense is danger
I black out like Joe Ripken niggas hittin' the floor like the chamber
The sick authorist transmits for no repent
And activate the plan the Pentagon inelligents
So listen close like musical chairs
The L.O.D. is deep then the niggas Under The Stairs
I crack million dollar script like an archetict
And execute like the chair when I inflict death
I got the creepiest slang in this galaxy
And wreck the industry so mysteriously
Coming with the funk from beneath I creep straight for juggelars
And twist rap caps for all you motherfuckers
Walk the bloody streets with 19 shots in the lueger
Niggas be scared to face 50 Grand like Medusa
The shit I produce is like gin and juice when it blend
Scenes from Toni Braxton you'll Never Breath Again
I rhyme without ability to reason, niggas is guilty of treason
Who's to blame but the Legion to the Doom
Hook:
With punk niggas we got beef so
(L.O.D. about to take it to the streets)
On the mic we definatly got beats so
(L.O.D. about to take it to the streets)
Ron Jay:
Roy Jay go the wickedest mystic magestic flow
From a homicidal clique, Yo E make that psycopathic mix
I hits for the hecks or the shit that causes conflict in the script
Beeotch my style set on fire to touch Venus
My soul seeks the universe while I'm sleepin'
I'm creepin' makin' myself develop with the chronic
Electronic Million Dollar Man the mic bionic
So you can feel it in your nerves when I blast off into the suburbs
Conduct like ? with electrofying words
I freak to them suicidal tracks break backs
Niggas scarred fakin' fuckin' heart atttacks
Oooh when I'm comin' through the crowd
Niggas want static yo I got the gun pazoow, wizoow, word up
50 Grand:
I got the slaughter for your brains drive you insain
Fuck that shit
News Interlude
Keith Murray:
The moderation incobation of my creation
Is instantaniously with my vocabulation accumulation
Trust me as I bust thee, lyrical homicidal shit from Keith Murray
If I had 24 hours to live and one wish
I wouldn't wish for no damn lifesavers
I'd start going wild like Larry Davis
The funk speach vigalante from the L.O.D.
Gets funky freakly and freaky fluently
And deep as Greek mythology on level Z
Theres six million ways to die
And eight million stories in the naked city and all them shits are lies
So I keep my wittiest ironist hidious
Psychosis bloodiest flow decitious
Comin' from out this orbit deep space 9's wiggle my shit
Meltin' crew down like synthetic acid
Come half steppin' fession' through a section
And get the midsection of your brain drain
With mad man expression, no quesion and no second guessin'
Outro:
Yo 40 dreams and blunts for witches. Yeah that's what we got for them
niggas. Yo lets get on it get off it. L.O.D. we won't forfit.
A-yo check it out. L.O.D. is the niggas man. A-yo put your money where your
mouth is at nigga yeah. I have you rockin' dazie dukes and Reebok pumps
nigga yeah, yeah. L.O.D. style for 94 yeah and it's on
And all u niggas with those crazy ass names Mc Murda and and and Dj Kill A Lot and and and and Dj Stank Finga and all that shit aye aye aye fuck all of those silly ass rumple stilsken ass shit I€™m tired of all u sucka ass niggas with the bally with the bally membership working out and thinking that u know if I get a six pack that€™s gonna sell more albums u aint nice u just fuckin around u fuckin up the whole game im tired of u u u cookie colored ass kerchief warein I seen a nigga with a with a kerchief and doin crunches and got a just cause u got ur draws hangin out of ur ass don€™t mean u a mothafuckin mc I€™m gonna hit u with the new jack shitty shit im im gonna hit u with pookie look at ur fuckin black ass I€™m on the run g yes nigga u know this sons a bitches.
I'm always getting shitted on son, ain't gonna be no, no different
Can you accept me as I am? I ask you
Always, the love lords? I need you
Can you open your heart to mine and accept me and all my faults
During the human course activity, watch me give me my room
I am radiant, give me my space, I am light
[Verse 1]
Yo, 2/27/98 I wrote a check out
to H.W. funeral home for my little sister Christina
15 years old damn man this fuckin world is so cold
8 months before I had to do three years
Coming from the air port my face burning with tears
I had this black cloud hovering over me
Far back as I can check back down my family tree
Its been with me since my first LP
2nd LP I was sittin in court
3rd LP I was trapped in the belly of the beast, got it back to the streets
by the power of the mind and positive of light
some say livin is death and dying is life
I say pray for me that I should be born tonight
I remember roaming the streets in those cold winter nights
Look at me this is my life
[Chorus]
Suddenly my life feels so alone, tell me what the hell is going on
Tell me, tell me, why my life feels so alone, so wrong
Tell me what the hell is going on
Help me, please help me
[Verse 2]
I can't even begin to explain the mental anguish
I went through as a child when I heard my pops had passed
I went to see him on the sick bed
with my grandmother, that day I knew it was the last
I loved him but I had to grow up without him
Over the years I've lived through frustrations and questions
In 90' I went to jail as an adolescent
Then in 92' my moms had to go back to the essence
Got me thinkin about the meaning of my existence (I lost my best friend)
I realised the devil was spying on my from a distance
He don't want me to receive my blessings he fear me
My family suffered more deaths then the Kennedy's
This is real and if you don't believe me ask someone that grew with me
Know them and feel my energy
Please never fabricated nor duplicated so I ask you
Can you open you hearts and minds and receive me with all my faults
Can you open your hearts and minds unconditionally to begin to understand my cause
Hey yo this world is a pool of sharks
But I'm the animal right when I stand up for myself and bark
And this year I gotta go all out for it
I've been hustlin for 13 years, nothin to show for it (I mean nothin)
Lookin over my bills damn they eaten me up
Entertainment task force watchin so what the fuck
I paid my taxes too fuck you and your uncle
The laws of nature will see me through
And yeah I peep it and naw it ain't no secret
How niggaz give their word with no intentions to keep it
I'm givin you the roots of the real
My emotional feelings bi-polar is how I feel
[Chorus]
[Chorus sampled from Rascalz 'Movie Star']
[Intro]
She looks like a (4x)
[Chorus - repeat 4x] {*ad libs through out*}
She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candy bar
[Verse]
(She looks like a)
Heya love love, you little fly lady bug
Come and swing this episode wit more from up above
With them Earl Jeans on fitting tight like a glove
You little Cinammon Toast Crunch, come show me some love!
Slim goodie got tittle litties
Yeah but she's a picture post card pretty fat kitty little bitty, WHOO!!
You're provoking me, giving me the notions
To make me wanna lick your funky emotions
She can make a crippled man walk and a blind man see
How can I put this? hmm
She can make the Grinch love Christmas
How can I manifest her uniqueness in vernacular?
(Like a chocolate candi bar) yeah that describes her
[Chorus]
[Verse]
(She looks like a)
I seen her at the park on the black top watching the kids play
Hey style complimented the sunny day
There's a mild nature about her
Gentle but firm for all the bullshit life brought her way
You reflected beauty of a starless night by far
Like Billy Joel said "I take you just the way you are!"
I had a crush on you since the days of love tap
Karate shoes you had jelly cornrows with the peas in the back
I knew you'd grow to be a fine specimen someday
You the very inspiration for the song I sing
The way you sprint the runway and scale the catwalk
Your life is a movie and the camera's never off
It's like love at first taste, coming deep from within
From your DNA structure to your whole body ova
Your beauty is respected in the eye of the beholder
I love that little chocolate bar tattered on your shoulder
[Chorus]
[Verse]
(She looks like a)
Oh yeah the time is now and the place is here
So come a little closer let me kick it in your ear
And share this wit you girl you super official
I just wanna bite you girl you look good like a Snickers
Ooh la la, ah wee wee, walking by looking all like I exctasy
Got doe ma didn't know, good gracious alive!
Aw shuck now, there she go
Hey yo come and rest your feet my little chocolate soufflet
I know you're tired you been running through my mind all day
And Oh My Goodness! can I get a witness?
This roundy brownie is something to see
I never had a craving like this before, I'm addicted
Lord have mercy! please give me strength!
Dark, rich and thick like a fresh baked cake
Just thinking of your shape girl I catch a tooth ache
[Chorus]
[Outro]
(She looks like a)
We just buggin out a little bit, showing versatility
(to fade)
ONE-TWO, ONE-TWO
Keith Murray and Jazze Pha
Servin em well and as you all know we are crunk as hell
[VERSE 1] (Murray)
Woke up at 8:30 on a Saturday morn
Grab my remote control cut my stereo on
Got up took a dump as I smoke some trees
And my stomach started growling for some egg MC's
I am hard core heavyweight b-boy flex
Other rappers try to flex but they soft as sex
High heels in the kitchen fixin me a hot meal
Wipe my ass ran the faucet then I brush my grill
Jumped in the shower it was boiling hot
So I stayed there an hour cause I like it a lot
Back to my room and throw on some fresh gear
Tank top white tees and some Nike airs
Then I'm interrupted by the ring on the phone
Def Jam Kevin Liles tellin me that it's on
Saying Murray meet me, Lyor and Russell
You provide the heat and we'll provide you wit' that Def Jam muscle
So I said yeah I'm wit it cause you know I'm prepared
Put me in proper position and I'm takin it there
I hung up the phone, went outside
And hopped in the six to bust a joy ride
[HOOK] (Redman)
Yo dog how many wanna ride wit us and
How many wanna smoke wit us (say what)
Now how many wanna junk wit us and
How many wanna thug wit us (say what)
Now yell if you wanna roll wit us
Yell if you wanna get dough wit us (say what)
Ride-smokin-ride-smokin-ride-ride-smokin-ride (say what)
Let's smoke and ride
[VERSE 2] (Murray)
One o'clock on the dot is when I hit the block
Sunshine cold beamin off ya face from my watch
I'm a monsta on these beats also on these streets
Hit the corner then I bumped into some beautiful freaks
They said Murray hold up, stop, wait
Hit the brakes rims spinnin like roller skates
Conversing with the skeeza's for ten minutes more
Hopped back in the ride and then I slammed the door
Ridin through your city wit the hard core beat
Stopped by the spot so I can get somethin to eat
The way I wine and dine people think I do crime
They don't know I'm just a connoisseur of hip hop rhymes
So I got my meal and I said my grace
Thinkin bout the next millions that I'll soon make
Lookon at the clock it said deuce square tre
Wit Georgia on my mind I 2wayed Jazzy Pha
[HOOK]
[VERSE 3] (Murray)
I heard you suckas don't like me but I ain't concerned
It must be the pretty bitties or the pay that I earn
I'm growin and blowin all up in yo face
Put ya head to the speaker break ya neck to the base
I'm extraterrestrial so expeditious
The first nigga to ever bust a verse on a Lexus
Sucka duck nigga think that they be the man
I don't even say nothin I just wave my hand
[HOOK]
Verse 1:
Cow will burn ya, I'm taken MC's straight under
And 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'm a kill me a crazy motherfucker tonight
Step out the light nocturnal to the night (word 'em up)
Your sight will put you in fright (word) and none of you wanna fight
Cause my game is mad tight aiight
Yo E this might be my last album son (hell no)
Cause niggas trying to play us like crumbs nobodys
I'm a fuck around and murder everybody
And get crazy buckwild with the shottie
You couldn't see me if you weighed 500 million karrots
Cause I'm sychosymatic
Hook:
Ooh I might lose my lose (x4)
Verse 2:
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 the 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)
Hook (x4)
Verse 3:
We are the world! I'm shakin' and bakin' and takin'
Niggas down to swirls and twirls
I'm runnin' them off the ball like Earl and Pearl (uh)
This is a basic general classic situation
Can't nobody see me in God's creation
I steps it up from inspiring expectation with funk illustrations
You can thunk justifications
Perhaps you would like me to make the biscuit callap (pow!)
And make your lungs collapse
You represent he represent I represent
The sick bizarre twist is that I torment in my performance (uh)
Kickin' brain twitchin' (yeah)
My yobic topics, niggas be like ";Stop it, you got the illiotics!"; (yeah
[Erick Sermon (doing an Onyx voice)]
Testin one two three! Whoa I flow rhymes wicked
And bust some to keep me uplifted
It flows to my braincells like from smoke
I'm no joke, I make an old man croak because I'm loc'
I'm wild, psychosomatic, I got gats
stored in my attic, for any crazy bastard
It's all in the mind, when the E drops a rhyme
My freakin frame is like a pair of Calvin Klein's
I drop flows through Customs, and get sniffed out
like I stole somethin when I'm bustin
I'm Don of mic with this shit
I rock on, to the breaker one-nine ya dig??
Erick Sermon got funk for days, for those who wanna
backstab me in the back, like the O'Jays!
Can't get these nuts on the real
It's gonna be a cold day in Hell before the E drops the steel!
ARRRRRRRRGH! I still rock with My Adidas
with Run-D.M.C. and Jay, my niggaz packin heaters
So get off, get off, and if you want the real scoop
on the E Double, check the sounds!
I rise my eyes burnt like cherry
Get wise to my style more fly than Halle Berry
I don't know so I'm sayin bye-bye..
.. until next try!!
Def Squad, is in the house, yo
Green Beret, is in the house, yo
L.O.D., is in the house, yo
Keith Murray, is in the house, yo
[Keith Murray]
And Jesus is a fuckin puppeteer! The devil cut my
sights off, and I'm runnin wild in this atmosphere
For mad niggaz it's curtains
I'm losin my mind, in this biological universe
In my dreams, I'll be gettin away drivin a hearse
So when I get to hell, I'm stabbin up the devil first
and leavin the skull decapitate his ass, catchin wreck
Rip off his head, and shit down his fuckin neck (bitch!)
From the little voice in my concious
I might just leave a crazy-ass unconcious
And Y, is a crooked letter like my alibi
A psychic couldn't tell the science of my mind
This man gets the wealth and y'all can all eat shit and die
Cause I'ma gets mines, bitch!
West coast, is in the house, yo
East coast, is in the house, yo
N.Y.C., is in the house, yo
Lil' Jamal, is in the house, yo
[Jamal]
Biddi-bla-ba-ba-ba, how ya like the Squad now?
I'ma come down to represent the juveniles
I kick styles that niggaz can't fuck with
Cause when I come down I cold wreck the whole shit
Now who the fuck wanna see Jamal I fades em all
And any nigga that step up, he's sure to fall
Now I come down to be the illest, the realest
Any nigga that step up, I'm ready to peal his
cap, sit back relax and dwell on the shit
Cause I be the illest little kid I'm ready to rip
Any motherfucker that wanna step nigga
I'll let you know where the weapon is kept, how the fuck you figure
that you can fuck with me, I be the illest B.G.
Bustin from Philly, chillin up in Cali
Sally from the Valley fucked me and she burned me
So you know I got the illest and I earned my props B
Fo sho' I'm ready to rip any MC who step
and let them know where the weapon is kept
you punk bitch, and I hit a switch
Any motherfucker step I dump him in the ditch
Trick!
";Yo, this shit right here, is some shit, some serious shit";
[Canibus]
Yo, the fact that I'm down wit Def Squad's hard to determine
Till you see me hoppin out the Coupe wit E Sermon
Or hoppin out the Keith Murray Suburban
Or hoppin out the Lex Land wit Redman, wildin and cursin
My thought process is mysterious like the Lochness
My furious mindset is complex
Killin shit like a carniverous millitant prehistoric monster
Comin to stomp all over you hip-hop conference
Landed in an Unidentified Flying Object
Turn you into an unidentified frying carcus
The smell of raw flesh make you nauseous
Acidest arsonist, burnin your bones to carbon and phosphorus
My metaphors sting like after haircuts when
The alcohol is applied to the raw skin
So whoever wanna battle get blasted
Get your teeth enamel shattered, shitted on like Pampers
You had a bad bitch, I left the back twist
I stuck my dick in everything from asshole to the nasal passage
Dug her out all day, then changed my sperm DNA
Now she got nobody to blame
I been spittin raw, what the fuck you think I'm livin for
Throw me in jail, I'll do a prison tour
For wannabe hard niggaz, insecure niggaz
Wit they heads to big for they neck to support niggaz
Three in the Squad plus me equal four members
An extra addition for any special force mission
Man listen
[Erick Sermon]
Ain't these niggaz on some shit
Keith Murray, Canibus ain't no stoppin it uhh
[Keith Murray]
Let me draw a brief description of what happened
I was rappin, niggaz got the scrappin, guns got the clappin
Three-fifty-seven degrees I was separated
Have bullets deflected metal, bodies decapitated
GUSH!! a nigga got struck as I look
I caught the next guy runnin by wit the metal hook (BOO-AHH!!)
Blew his back open, blood gushed on my face
A bitch fainted cuz she seen I enjoyed the taste
The case is that I split your melon
And feed it to the jigga-boos wit fried chicken wings
I'm wildin for Long Island, I turned and took Charles Ferguson
And open fire on any trains now
You may never know who's in your shadow
You punk ass niggaz just best stay shallow
And hollow, if you wanna live to see tomorrow
Cuz ain't no sun comin out tomorrow
Yo, I might do something y'all niggaz might regret like
Blast you in your face and disregard your vest
I'm pissin and dissin off of recognition and niggaz to listen
Just to let you pussies know how I'm livin
Cuz I Return like the Jedi, wit my dead eye
Leave niggaz to die, peace to niggaz up in Bed-Stuy
Oh-ah, this that type of shit that make them niggaz wanna wet it
Word up, got me ready to set it
[Deja Vu]
Seems I steps wit aggression
To any bitch who think they nice in this profession
What? what you think your wrecking?
I break your stlye down to little fragments
The pain is permanent, so spare yourself the embarassment
Buck-fifty 'cross the face
Followed by knife wounds to the chest for you attempt to retaliate
I noticed all you bitches flows is based around clothes
But Deja Vu got something for you stankin hoes
Studio gangsta bitches I diminish ideas of bringin beef
Before the thought even finishes
I wanna see red, blood from a chicken head
'For I wild the FUCK OUT like the Grateful Dead HA
This wild style must run in my genes
Because my sister's in the county
And my brother just came home from Green
I strike like the black widow, through the underground radio
?Kitto? and still stack dirty ditto
I need a blunt 'fore I slap the shit outta somebody
Uhh, c'mon , get it up y'all
Uhh, c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon , get it up y'all
Uhh, yeah yeah , uhh, I know y'all like this one
Uhh, uhh, yeah, yeah, uhh, c'mon
[Keith Murray]
Yo y'all niggas will never see my level
Rap so hot I slap box with the devil
Tap a jaw, slap a bitch do what I like
Got a sociology and money like Reverend Ike
Yo here's your rap eviction , get out the jurisdiction
Before I hit that ass with a cross a diction crucifixion
Editorial, news flash, extra, extra
Let this blast wit yo stank ass
Face the ultimate challenge, style's got alot of knowledge
Come in violence, leave in silence
This beat's a b, so come on take a swim
MC's cant float don't worry about them
I'ma dupe like Patty, rich like maddie
Slick like a caddy, but not your baby daddie
Girls I got em locked, flavors come assorted
So pop that koochie girl I can double joint it
CHORUS
This is for the thugs in the clubs and the hotties in the party
Who need a drink before you (Slap somebody)
All my cats on the corner who's packed in the shottie
Who need a blunt before you (Slap somebody)
Rewind this jam and let it rock the party before, I
Slap somebody
I speak with more technique than karate cuz I, will
Slap somebody
[Keith Murray]
Ayo I'm strictly from the street, that's why I get love
Airin dearin niggas out in the back of the club
With the mic in my hand, just got paid
Take these suckers out till I get on stage
When the girls see my face and they all get excited
Dogs in the front row bout to start a riot
Too loud to be quiet, too wired to be tired
Yo E crank this shit up and get it started
Get the crowd funky like the whole place farted
MC's rest in peace like dearly departed
Then it's all in togehther now, let me show you how
I do it rock n roll style, and dive in the crowd
Murray aint the average MC, I got alotta things
But don't act conceited when you see me on the street
I hang with the rich, keep it real with the poor
Kick hard metaphor, cuz that's what I'm here for
Catch me east of the sun or west of the moon
Lookin butterfly like a caterpillar just cocooned
Smooth like Thug Passion over the rocks
So sporty they need to put me on a Wheaties box
CHORUS
[Keith Murray]
Dearly beloved we are gathered here today
In a special way to play on baby play
The way you shake that ass girl is somethin drastic
Fabulous , and fantastic
Fly like a B-52 hot stepper
Got Latinos yellin, ";Wepa, ese loco, da le toto
Pese mi culo, pape chulo";
Whatever, the more the merrier, the longer the weave the scarier
My squad is Def and we aint hearin ya
B.E., to think quick with the speed of a cheetah
Strip down to my wife beater
Baby doll shake what you got, I'm not a playa hater, I just dis alot
And don't slam the doors of the Mazzarati
Because I, will, slap somebody
CHORUS
Bring me up somethin nice, cool to drink in this bitch before I
Slap somebody
Fix me somethin hot to eat before I have to go outside and
Slap somebody
Throw your hands in the sir from side to side before I
Slap somebody
FADE OUT
Intro:
Yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
This is for only certain people (word up)
This is for all my peoples in the struggle
All my peoples in jail
All my peoples dyin' to live
Verse One:
On my way home alone I took the shoertcut through the danger zone
Ran into alligator looking Jerome
I jumped out the truck all drunk
Nuts hanging out the car like ";what?";
Nigga, I gives a fuck
He said ";what up"; I said ";what up";
He said ";I need to be up";
I went in my nuts hit him with a 100 yo
He gave me a glare with sparklin' gold teeth
And said
Yo Keith, your product is always peace
Yo son, you know I just got released
I was on the block and got bagged by pussy police
And they the reason why Calvin is deceased
The bullshit will never cease but dough is comin' at least
I gave him a pound and a hug
Told him ";hold it down thug";
Peace
I'm a fleece cuz its hotter than fish grease
We was high as a kite
Feelin' kinda petro
I metroed
My way back to the Montero
Before I even made it to the car door
I was rushed by 2 jakes
and then 2 more
so here wew are fightin' through all the excitement I ask
What you lockin' me up for?
One said Secret Indictment
Chorus: (2x)
There's nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
The gates are locked
And you are trapped inside
Verse Two:
Starin' at the face of the judge
With the identical image of a true thug
I shoulda smuggled in a shotty (word up)
Cuz they tryin' to treat me like I killed somebody
And what the D.A. had to say
Wasn't justice in no kinda way
Under the doc number 284389
We the people recommend upstate time
I said your honor
I can't even see that far
That's when my lawyer started droppin' the repetoir
He said your honor
These allegations against my client are very undefient
Toward the contrary
The judge said
Mr. Murray didn't I tell you if you in my courtroom again
Your ass is gone a long time
Then he presumed
Plus your a member
Of the notorius gang
the Legion of Doom
He said look at me
Thought he shook me
I turn around and the bastard
Through the book at me
I hope this teaches you a lesson
A half a million dollar bail
Boom
This court is in session
Verse Three:
I reach the tear visions of pair
Remind me I'm locked up
So I got no chance but not to give a fuck
Check out my perspective as it dropped
A lock across ya chest
And bust ya snotbox
Technicalites make me wanna bust chops and cops
And murder flocks in all actualities
That's a necessity in my recipe
Plus it was a black cop that framed me
And if it ain't one thing
It's another ask my brother
Went in jail for one thing
Stayed in for another
So here I am frustrated
Sittin' in jail
Thinkin' bout all my unfinished business left in the world
I hopped on the jack connect with my connect
Told him what I was up against
Plus they found a Tech
Get the cash together
Put up the car and the house
We on the jail phone
So watch what come out ya mouth
In 24 hours I was out
But the situation's never ended
Cuz the case is pended
To be continued
Verse 1
Now for next to little or nothin' I be rippin' up every function
with scientifical mad man consumptions
with mass productions of mass conjunctions
I display new ways of mc destruction
'cause ain't nothin' better than the shit I got
makin' niggas jump off the roof and roof-tops
I put the hip in hop and the don't in stop and the clips in glocks
when I rock box your block
my hypothesis on this is you niggas better come in terms of my vocabulary quick
or get dissed
my brain bleeds mental complex feeds
bring it on kid I got exactly what you need
twisted metaphors to get your shit in star wars
live forever like Bob Marley just because
the mad matador metaphor rips the hard core
for him and his them and theirs you and yours
chorus:
And it beez like that sometimes
cause I can't control the rhyme
I said it beez like that sometimes
cause I can't control the rhyme
I keep it jiggy jiggy jiggy jiggy
we keep it be wiggy wiggy wiggy wiggy
cause it be jiggy jiggy jiggy jiggy
and it be wiggy wiggy wiggy wiggy
Verse 2:
the most beautifullest vocabulist
punches phony mc's dead in their esophogaus
my analysis is roughly calloused
you better practice if you want to challenge this
I'm symbolic to the sun moon and stars
you gettin' knocked out the box no matter who you are
the funk phat tracks lures you to listen
as my vocals send your brain up in the fetal position
learn a quick lesson of mic aggression
so when I walk down the street there'll be no second guessing
now you can walk the walk talk the talk
back burnin' all day but your still fireproof like an ashtray
I'm a scientist in the mix like Plyx
turnin' all you fly emcees back into maggots
non prop soil watch me bubble and spoil
punch you Grand Royal as you foam like boil
Chorus
verse 3:
I played the many thousand roles of street life
showed Whodini that the freaks come out in broad daylight
me and my crew be tight like Lavren and Shirley
rollin' through all ya'lls hoods pullin all ya'lls fly girlies
emcee's always bitch, that makes my style all hard
I role with nobody but God and the Squad
me and my troops we knock the shit out the sides of dudes
lettin the OJ juice loose on phat tracks E-d produced
Chorus
[Intro]
(Yeah this the build up) OH NO!
You knew we was coming back
But you ain't know we was coming back like this
C'mon, it's gon' be a problem ya'll
(Yeah uh huh, Keith Murray, Def Jam, Def Squad)
Keith Murray gon' make you go uh - uh uh uh
(How it's gon' be)
Def Squad gonna make you go ah - ooh ooh ah
[Verse]
I come on stomping mud holes in tracks like Timbaland
The producer and the booth, niggas so don't get cute
I come through in the coupe with the chopped off roof
Humiliate you then blast you in your birthday suit
You a small side order of apple cider
I'm a three hot's in a cot dungeon rider
My hardcore street team crash the party with Def Jam
And Incorporate +Murda+ like +Gotti+
How about in back of the yellow cab like Seinfeld
Chew you like little neck clams on half shells
I got a hypochondriac flow that get real ill
Get nautious to the beat, I spit sick at will
And the time has come and your shit is sour
You need to turn your flow up an hour
Give you a permanent lean, like the Pais Tower
With a hoes that will wet you down like a cold shower
[Chorus]
Yo we got the shit on lock (uh huh)
Come through and blast the spot (yeah man)
And my name is the record, so check it, when I put it on record
Everybody say oh my goodness!
And my folks if you with me where you at? (yes sir)
If you love what I'm doing holla back (talk to me)
And when I step on the scene, a lean mean wrecking machine
Everybody scream oh my goodness!
[Verse]
And yeah I hear you talking motherfucker write the check
And if you in the house then protect your neck
IÅ 'Mister See You Anywhere It's Gon' Be A Showdown'
So ya'll better have lyrics when I come 'round
Cause I ain't lost a battle since God knows when
Some niggas tried to front but they gots no win
Taught how to prevent to lose and handle the win
Like birds are made to fly and fish made to swim
Wait a minute homie you don't really know me homie
I'll take you to a picnic boy you lunch meat
With my dazzling appearance and my world wide clearance
I am treacherous, inferio, impermanent, impetuous
I rock like an archeologist
Draw a picture like a forensic artist, perform like a dramatist
I'm fabulously wicked, miraculous
Rustic, majestic, ridiculous, oh my goodness
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Keith Murray gon' make you go uh - uh uh uh
Def Squad gon' make you go ah - ooh ooh ah
Oh my goodness!
Keith Murray gon' make you go uh - uh uh uh
Def Squad gon' make you go ah - ooh ooh ah
Oh my goodness!
[Verse]
And you in line motherfucker like them people in court
So when I see you I'm a pop your top like a cork
I pack flow like ammo, spit like camels
Come through and bless your whole crew like (achoo)
But some still wanna holla, pop they collar
Fucking with me like I run a funeral parlor
Linguist lyricist out for +Chips+ like +Estrada+
Bilingual emcees even couldn't even couldn't do me nada
With this mic I'm handy, flows be dandy
It's a +Full Moon+ and hoes wanna fuck like +Brandy+
Yeah I've been hated on, you probably heard it
And I kicked their little ass but them niggas deserved it
And I'm still in the hood and I still rep the hood
Still +Tee'ing Off+ for a +Long Green+ like +Tiger Woods+
I ain't even gotta say it, ya'll know when it's hot
So ya'll go back up in the vocal box
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Uh - uh uh uh
ah - ooh ooh ah
Oh my goodness!
Keith Murray gon' make you go uh - uh uh uh
Def Squad gon' make you go ah - ooh ooh ah
Oh my goodness!
Get down, get down
Get down, get down
Get down, get down
Get down, get down
Get down, get down
Get down, get down
Get down, get down
Get down, get down
Jungle Boogie
Jungle Boogie
(Get it)
Jungle Boogie
Jungle Boogie
(Get it)
Jungle Boogie
(Ooh the boogie)
Jungle Boogie
(Get down)
Jungle Boogie
(Ah)
Jungle Boogie
(Shake it around)
Jungle Boogie
(Get up, then you get down)
Jungle Boogie
(Boogie, boogie)
Jungle Boogie
(Boogie, boogie)
Jungle Boogie
(Brrr)
Jungle Boogie
(Well ya get down)
Jungle Boogie
(Get the boogie)
Jungle Boogie
(Yeah in the jungle)
Jungle Boogie
(Get down with the boogie)
Get down, get down
Get down, get down
(Yeah)
Get down, get down
Get down, get down
(Yeah)
Get down, get down
Get down, get down
(Jungle Boogie)
Get down, get down
(The boogie)
Get down, get down
(The boogie)
Get down, get down
(Jungle boogie)
Get down, get down
(Yeah)
Get down, get down
(Its the boogie)
Get down, get down
Uh, get it
Feel the funk, y'all
Let the boogie flow
Huh, uh uh
Huh, uh uh uh
Huh, uh mm'
Get down with the boogie
Get it, get the jungle boogie
Get down
Huh, uh, get down with the boogie
Said UH, uh
Get down
Said UH, uh
Get down
Said UH, uh
Get down
Said UH, uh
Huh, till ya feel it y'all
Huh, get down y'all
Huh, uh get down
Huh, uh y'all get down
Uh, oh, with the get down
Uh, ughhh
Uh, ha, get down
Whoooaaaa
Intro: Redman
Huahhhhh!
Ha ha, ayyaah, owww owww
Funked out, word is bond, word is bond
Then you ayyyayyyah ha
In the mother, in the motherfuckin house
With a dick in your mouth
Word is bond, word is bond
Verse One: Erick Sermon
I freak a technique Goin Way Back like Just-Ice
And don't think twice because I'm nice
I come from the Mothership unknown to man
With a blunt in my hand, a mic in the other hand
God damn I slam I jam like this
Sure nuff, my rap style is Cold Crush
And plus, I tears the roof off the mothersucker
my brother, fly shit that makes Stevie Wonder
Heyyyy, who can it be now watch out
It's the E live in 3-D with Keith and R-E-D
I gets down for my troops
And I ahh... get-it get-it get-it like Luke
For those, who don't believe my skills get these
I got mad expertise, for all you duck MC's
I'm funky like G Thing my nigga
I wanna know who's up in here, before I pull the trigger
[Is New York up in here? HELL YEAH
Is Def Squad up in here? HELL YEAH
Is NJ up in here? HELL YEAH
The Green Beret's up in here! HELL YEAH]
Verse Two: Redman
Verbally, I sew the brains up like Trapper
John M.D. got nine millis made of lacquer
Count Dracula, back with the, tow-truck with the
Get Biz like Mark fuel-injected like Maximus
My style sicker than an AIDS victim drinkin forty-five malt liquors
I roll the spliff up
The underground, slam, shock like Shazam
Check my Jams get Def when I kick Methods like Man
Computerized Robocop sounds I drop in sequence
Funky to death so ask that old bitch where the beef went
When I do em, I glue em, stick em like Patrick Ewing
My shit bumps like Puerto Rican people moved in
next door, I get raw with the grrrahhhh!
Call four-one-one cause I'm Ghetto Red Hot
Bo bo bo! Funk Doctor Spock catch a bruisin
My style gets respect fifty Muslims
You hang on strings like loose ends, with my hands on the nine
Watch yo nugget bitch, I get busy with mines
[How's that? (cause I gets busy with mines)
How's that? (cause I gets busy with mines)
How's that? (cause I gets busy with mines)
How's that? (cause I gets busy with mines
It's Keith Murray)]
Verse Three: Keith Murray
I come rollin in when I see that low flow
Heckuva foe, heard a gun and settled for a metaphor
I'm naive between the sleeves of the sheets
Murderin, who should ever try to fuck with me
Murray word is bond gets it on
And ready to blow any nigga out the cypher of the sniper hype at dawn
Long live Def to the Squad
And we smokin everybody out there, shit it ain't that hard
I brings classic drama microphone enbalmer
Have your momma beg behind bars for your kidneys tomorrow
My murderous apprentice E Dub
Makes hard funk beats that I become part of
When I be like A-E-I-O-U or battle
Niggaz be like who who who who who like night owls
The most beautifullest thing in this world
is I shitted, and y'all was with it dig it
";word";- Slick Rick
Intro:
Rock on. All my peoples up top rock on. All my peoples down low rock on. All
my peoples on the left rock on. All my peoples on the right. Word up. Def
Squad rock on.
Verse 1:
Well it's the supersonical ginintonical
Ask your chronicles splatter crews all you hear is ahh and ouhs
Time to face the music bring you down to Earth like Poppa Smurf
I'm worldwide like on the web in your turf
With full fledge rap pack with anxiety attacks
For those that thought I wouldn't be back
With that bone chillin' horror killin' all on goin' drama
Save the rah rah for your mama
Bragadoshis prone to static
Come through the jam and wreck the mic by force of habit
Tantalizin' make you feel good like cryin'
I can't be dissed so you can stop tryin'
And Keith Murray will prevail
So you can eat a shit sandwich and go to hell
Hook:
I got the skunky funky illest funk flow
For the glamorous scandalous world of radio
";now this song is from all of us to all of them"; (x2)
Verse 2:
Yo I throw the beat up in the cobra clutch
Hit it with the Midas touch
Dig up in the mic just like a gold rush
Never ran never felt the need to run
They know not to come cause they all get some
I'm still fabulous still mackadoshis
My dj still cut it the closest
So who's an error when's a never?
I melt through your butter leather
And then I splatter through your Gucci sweater
Deep as a river in a ragin' flood
I come with open arms showin' nothin' but love
Comin' less than zero modern day hero
Deliver hot shit just like Dominos
Keep it movin' or get it on
Cause money talks and bullshit runs the marathon word is bond
Non stoppin' mic shockin' bottles poppin'
Word up son you we keep it rockin'
Hook
Verse 3:
I'm like a character and my life is a movie
Groupies step to me
Do me
Try to sue me
Because I make a record got money in a car
I'm a star?
Naw naw naw that's bullshit paw
In the black range look ya never ever worry
Parked in the front I hear voices sayin' ";That's Keith Murray";
The name of the game is fame
You know the price you recognize the God like Christ
Masses of posses packed up schemin'
Ladies love me they keep on screamin'
Expressin' all the feelin' of the world today
Some might listen to my music and try to say
Nothin' other than ";Yo this shit is dope";
And in the everyday life struggle Murray goes for broke
From day to day month to month year to year
I swear I tear any mic any stage anywhere
I be the standards of which excellence is measured
So for me to rock all day it'll be my pleasure
Hook
[Verse 1]
I'ma take you back to day one, livin in this New York slum
It's deaf to the dumb, only break bread with some
Moms left at 15, had no American dreams
To this day, I'm sellin to my cousin who's a fiend
No one would got me but my older brother
Little did we know the dirt we did fell back on my mother
But didn't care back then, that's why she left like that
Now my parents became the street, and it's best like that
[Verse 2]
Some nights I pray to God and ask him to pull my cord
Cuz times is hard like the opposite street'll leave you scarred
Street wise with no respect for authority and shit
A chronic hustler of crack, a typical bitch
Raised by madu who strung out on a glass dick
But every now and then I blessed her with a hit
So she don't have to trick
It's prevalent amongst kids today
Hustle krills, stack dough, and everything's okay
HOOK
It's the emancipation proclamation under the self devised guidelines
of self preservation and starvation (I gotta live)
It's the emancipation proclamation under the self devised guidelines
of self preservation and starvation (and I gotta live)
[Verse 3]
My life in this world wasn't about diamonds and pearls
It was rough growin up around the boys and girls
After daddy left, shit was a mess, momma stressed
But I give her an award, cuz damn she tried her best
Holdin down the household, barely had money to fold
Christmas time, cherished our little shit like gold
I can't front, daddy was still there for me, cared for me
But him and mommy breakin up was like a nightmare to me
[Verse 4]
Yo this is for the younger fathers and mothers, sisters and brothers
Success is nothin if it aint if it was with the others
We gotta make the best out of this terrible situation
If not for us, for the younger generation
We gotta break the chain, and deal with the pain
For all our people that was slayed in vain (revenge)
For all our peoples that was falsely framed (revenge)
For all our peoples that's livin the name
HOOK
[Verse 5]
Let me show, I gotta love L.O.D., they put me under the wing
And then I teamed up with the most beautiful thing
In the world, cuz L.O.D. we all we got
I'm a fans and my mans keep it like it or not
I know it hurts, havin to do everyday dirt
Police all over my back, feel like bustin them jerks
When I'm my road to the riches, I stay away from snitches
And them bitches, and keep my mind on business
[Verse 6]
Life was tough so I became aggressive like a pit
The only time I felt relaxed was when the blunt was lit
Thinkin me and my team can be tight like the gambino
Muscle in the hustle scene respected like Leno
It gets deeper than the words of Proverbs
New thoughts emerge, as I cop the squat on the curb
Thinkin the herb strengthen my brain like spinach
And heavy shine, flooded with ice might reduce my self spirts
[Verse 7]
Stick em, my life is so real it hurts
Like when I saw my pops bein driven off in a hearse
Like when I saw my mother bein driven off in a hearse
Like you school when the roach crawl out my shirt
Like on Thanksgiving when we got free food from the church
Back then it was DJ Red Alert and Kool Herc
Rockin been stripe knees and latigra shirts
Back then L.O.D. was puttin in work
From the cradle to the grave
We all in the struggle, we gon struggle, we gon strive to stay alive
All my real people know what I'm talkin about
Watch each other backs
Word up, my life is nothing without my niggas, word up
Intro:
Motherfucker. You motherfuckers!
Verse 1:
Keith Murray flips the undergroup cut dope funk flow chromotose
So listen close
I'm like the undertaker turning rappers into ghosts
Host and roast MC's like I'm suppose
I can send L.O.D. to bust caps perhaps
Bring E and Red and we can kick some raps
This track is so sickenin' and bouncin'
Make you nod your head so much you need counciling
I flow to a rough kind of mode
Competition run for cover cause I'm droppin' loads
No brainer crossing over in the Range Rover
Insainer pack heat like a super nova
Keith Murray gets it on and poppin'
Shut it down like administrative lockin'
Marble face poetry poverty hard
Perform like the ?
We went from allies to enemies
Stingin' like centipedes
Sit around and watch death come in threes
I burn like lye
Gruesome like Faces Of Death parts 1,2,3,4 and 5
Hook:
Everyday I got a new style hatchin'
This is more than rappin' this is media hyjackin'
";As long as I'm alive I'm a keep the vibe
24-7 365";- Redman (x2)
Verse 2:
I'm a leader without affair
Soldier without a past
Come around here frontin' and we gonna splash your ass
And you feelin' me you drillin' me with maximum intensity
Intentionally that's how it's suppose to be
Spectacular monster rap or slasher
At the nightfall I'm after ya like Blackula
I rap with a Blackenstein frame of mind
Aircraft fly when I use to push my braids to the side
Slide from Keith Jekyle to Murray Hyde
My battle cry make niggas wanna just lay down and die
It's imparitive that you feel the heritage I provide
Comin' courtesy but with no Jive
? freaka, conversatin' through frequent modulations out digital speakers
I make you give it all you got don't stop for a breather
Turn a rap aethesist into a Def Squad believer
Yo Keith Murray can't be touched
Plus girls jump in my flow like double dutch
What
Hook
Verse 3:
You went from a full course meal to a half chicken wing
Girl you gotta grow up if you wanna do your thing
You can't make me or break me but hate me greatly
Call me on my birthday to try to aggrivate me
Cause when I rock I got all the girls with me
Got niggas bouncin' off the wall like spider monkey
Bury the hatchet in the back of anybody tryin' to match it
It's the vulture new fulture gonna scratch it while you catch it
There's a hole in the bucket there lies a
Nigga dead and stinkin'
For sittin' around with his ass stinkin'
Flamboyant undunted most wanted
Those that don't understand it better get up on it God damn it
The life of the party order hits like John Gotti
But shhh that's on the low don't tell nobody
The scientist of the George ave do work in the lab
Test my experiments out on the ave
They got you thinkin' but they lyin' anyways
So when they gossipin' about us they got nothin' to say
Don't play
Hook
Outro:
Yeah yeah yeah once agian the incredible
Mr. Murray comin' at you incredible Def Squad unforgeytable.
Flippin' the script and all that other good shit
We gonna let y'all niggas know to your face what's up.
Intro:
Mass hysteria illusion widespread across the world. Riots are reported in
London and the United Nations is calling for an emergency meeting.
Verse 1:
A-Yo back in the day I sold hand to hand crack
Escapin' jail all day to get my money back
Starving' so bad that my stomach touched my back
Anywhere that I went yo I didn't know how to act
Oh his chain is phat
Fuck that snatch that flash the gat
When all I really wanted to do was rap (1,2 y'all)
I've been preparing for this moment for years so step back
Cla clack take that catch a heart attack
I am the illest MC on the streets today
But fans say wack rappers shouldn't come my way
But I say
I destroy crews like an AK
Well OK please explain why you talk this way
Cause you can sell a million records and be wack (word up)
You can have mad skills and don't sell jack
It got my brain racin', heart pacin', fightin' incarceration
On the Internet in front of the whole nation
In front of the judge with a grudge and no budge
And no love
That's how it is when you a thug
If push comes to shove I rise above
And stay dedicated to rap like ghetto love
Hook
";Ooh street life there's a thousand parts to play
Street Life. Until you play your life away ooow";
Verse 2:
Me and my peeps on the creep deep like sleep
Hip in heat in the seat of the jeep
The more I try to get out the more I realize I can't
So I roll with the beat and sing the war chant
The power and the struggle in the concrete jungle
And the troubles in the rubbles of the brothers on the bubble
And yeah I heard your story your fuckin' niggas bore me
On how you goin' out in the blaze of glory
You ask Joe you sad as John Doe
You can fool some heads but the real niggas know (word up)
Niggas try to get on the mic with no skills
I got one question for you
How that shit feel?
You feel you keepin' it real but you fake as a three dollar bill
My grandmother has more skill
My man A+ put the bug in my ear
But don't make me open that door and have to go there
Because...
Hook
Verse 3:
Truethfully I went from havin' nothing to eat
To eatin' a feast
I went from chillin' on the streets to livin' in phat suites
I went from a twenty four hour day crime wave
To workin' in the studio with E gettin' paid
And it ain't no mystery people know the history behind me
And if you don't ask somebody on the street
But Murray never worry the girls love me very
Make a hit record quick fast in a hurry
Total captivation domination with conversation
That'll be talked about by the younger generation
Remedial MCs will always implement violence
That's because they ain't got no talent
So I suggest you rest and learn about the heart in your chest
Never the less fuck who's bein' the best
More small rappers unite for world peace (word up)
And take back our streets yo
Hook
[LL Cool J]
I'm incredible, I mix up shit like cake mix
Keep it blazin hot, rhymes burn to keep you frost bit
MC's is assed-out cause they lost it
Peep my foundation, the way I reinforce it
I monitor movements, precisely
Makin niggas hit high notes, like the Eisley's
Finally, some bitches I can touch up
Tie em to the grill of my Six, pop the clutch up
Hush up, I rush up, inside your cut
Make you puss up, then bust up, cause my shit bumps
This Don's Trumps, kill straight cats and all chumps
Cause ";Life is like a box of chocolate,"; Mr. Gump
Uh, the ultimatum, lets abbreviate em
LL platinum again, don't you hate 'im?
A thin line between darkness and sunshine
Five Percenters that was raised on swine
Known to be wise, and you wise to understand
Bringin me drama is a handstand in quicksand
I've been hot so long, I'm immune
Your rap career get cut short like Poom-Pooms
Chorus: Keith Murray (LL Cool J)
Now, from the streets to the suites and all around the world,
they all recognize we (Incredible)
We can stand in the water and can't get wet,
you can bet your last dollar we (Incredible)
We gets it on in the worst way
All the homeboys and the girls say we (Incredible)
From one brother to another
They agree with each other, lyrically we both (Incredible)
[Keith Murray]
Adios, mios, Montageune
We're too hot to hold and too bold to be controlled
Your only skin-deep, my ugly comes from the soul
I find the leaks, and E plug the holes
I have more beef than filet mignon
But got smart, and flushed the bullshit down the ?como?
Rappers just started rappin last week, get a deal next week
And go platinum next month
But pass the blunt, so I can stay hy- like -dro
Don't act like you don't know, I'm about to fly a flow
I'm three from three from a three-point land
With more devastation than a nigga can withstand
Remember me? Untouched by any emcee
I add verbal assault to your mental injury
Cause I'm the vogit, toat it, quote it
Five-0 said freeze, man I blowed it
Ryhme strategies, no one's bad as this
I sew up the populace like a seamstress
A prisoner, doing time and the bit
A grown man, and don't play with no kids; I'm incredible!
Chorus
Lyrically we are both (Incredible)
Intro:
If heads only knew!
Verse 1:
I Make music of murder and mayhhem for all of them
And murder ballads for sweet chariots
My second return like a unstoppable bullet
With wings my ears ring your name when you speak of me in vein
Enter the center like a big bread winner
So L.O.D. can eat that ass up for dinner
I come with high potent deadly quotin'
Avenue corrodin' street life shit to get you open
Niggas pullin' stunts like Jackie Chan
Not knowin' that they fuckin' with the demolition man
I'm seen on screens and magazines
Pump, pump (don't sleep) but peace to Queens
I hollar Allah U Akhbar my peeps hold me down
In the roughest pair of Timbs that ever touched the ground
Huhh hows about a broken jaw
It's Keith Murray and I'm comin' in with the raw metaphors
Hook:
When I'm alone in my room
Sometimes I stare at the wall
And in the back of my mind
I hear my conscience call
Keith Murray
Redman:
Rock, rock on
Keith Murray:
Original rules, original rules, original rules X2
Verse 2:
Now heere we go again soundin' crazy but it's contagious
The sickest entertainer puttin' your brain though strainers
We smokes the choc', don't be afraid of the dark
Mentals get hit brain cells spark
Pappers swear they got the dopest jam on the shelf
But they don't believe that shit they own goddamn self
Last year I was underrated but I stay dedicated
I'm so dedicated I close my eyes I'm incarerated
Niggas was amazed at the shit you was kickin'
But all you did was adobo the chicken
I";m taking over like the psychic network
I got the drop on all you niggas out there claimin' that you do dirt
But the truth hurts and it kills you to listen
Like the sound of hollow point tip bullets whistlin'
Every little breath you take
Every little gesture you make
Every little jack you fake
I be the expert mic gladiator
Pop shit on records I'll cut your fingers off later
Hook X2
Verse 3:
Pump the new smash platium single the thug star spangled banner
Illustratin' grammer in a hostile manner
Texas chainsaw cuts hard to the core
Makin' sure they don't try to battle me no more
You seem to believe all you need is a rhyme and a dream
To defeat the all time great microphone supreme
But wake up cuz you playin' with the game of death
I'll smoke your body ashes in a blunt and leave no evidence left
Straight ashes ashes, dust to dust
I got you in my clutch there's nothing further more to discuss
And it's scary though when the eeriest voice on the radio
Is in your hometown doin' the show
With the technique that I'm usin' choosin'
abusin'
Got more flow than D'Angelo crusin'
With poisonous venom Oh my God I get in em'
Turn 'em out give 'em something good to talk about
Hook
Intro:
Yo, I seen them motherfuckers out in the street
Them pussy asses
(Man, fuck them niggas anyway)
Hood rats and those fat, rolly polly punks
Keith Murray:
Yo Kel (What up?) yo answer this question
Why are we the nicest in this fuckin' profession?
Kel-Vicious:
Yo, it's um, simple philosophy
Doe, ray, me, fa, so, love L.O.D. (yeah, yeah)
Aye yo 50, (What's up?) answer this question (What's that?)
Why are you the best in your profession?
50 Grand:
Now when I'm creepin' on a bitch M.C.
Doe, ray, me, fa, so, love L.O.D.
Keith Murray (Yo, what's up 50?) answer the question? (What's that?)
Why are you be the sickest in this profession?
Keith Murray:
I been all around the world hearing the wack M.C.'s
It's doe, ray, me, fa, so, love L.O.D.
(Aye yo) Ask yourself the very same question
Why are we the wickedest in this profession?
50 Grand:
I'm breaking back with Def Squad constantly
Doe, ray, me, fa, so, love L.O.D.
Any nigga want to step, get busy
Doe, ray, me, fa, so, love L.O.D.
Kel-Vicious:
I be the bushwa freaker coming thourgh your speaker
My jams be getting stronger
While your shit be gettin' weaker
Now Kel be playin' kids like the NY Knicks
Taking it to your ass with these rhymes and shit
Cause kids contradict themselves when they be rhymning
Sounding like shit, off beat with no timing
50 Grand:
Now soon as I touch the paper, see you later
I shut your lights off like a blackout
So hit the circuit breaker
I'm the worst trouble you ever had
Vocab like knife stabs
Comin' wild killin' in a paragrah
Holding niggas ransom, it runs in my blood
Maybe my grandson might be wild like Charles Manson
Keith Murray:
I be the gimmie, the got ya
Been blastin' niggas way before the remix ";I shot ya";
The proper hip hopper, fading em in the Palladium
And bustin' each and every nigga, bubble in the Tunnel
After the sunshine comes the rain
Hold up, wiat a minute, let me back up and just explain
Hook:
I been all around the world
What battle me?
Take this autograph home and give it to your family
All I hear is booty stinkin' ass wack M.C.'s
Stricly doe, ray, me, fa, so, love L.O.D.
50 Grand:
Nigga your life means nothing to me, challenge L.O.D.
The average nigga style sucks like a hickey
50 G, the M.C.'s brain buster, mic crusher
Dirty money quicker picke upper, crew duster
Now that L.O.D.'s up in this motherfucker
Leave a known rapper with Broken English
Like Smooth Da Hustler
Keith Murray:
Some thing make a nigga laugh, make his ass cry
He rolled a seven
I bet it all he turned around and rolled snake eyes
My thinking cap is bigger htan a fuckin' Sade's
Stay all-terrain, rainin' on all parades
The street is my bed and the corner is my pillow
I'll kill your fuckin' ass and for your crew I'll do ditto
Kel-Vicious:
I'll leave a nigga dead, and stinkin' take his soul
Cha-boom, cha-boom fill him up with holes
Natural born killer, iller than the rest
(Where you at?) East coast to west
I keep it real kid, I freak the flow until it's naked
Niggas get paniced and frantic and can't take it
Hook
featuring Hurricane Gee Paul Hightower
[Keith Murray]
Yo this is Keith Murray and Hurricane G with the bom bom zee
Trey deep takin to the streets
We straight ball hoggin word up
Niggaz know what time it is
Straight up
Straight motherfuckin Def Squad L.O.D.
We can stand in the water and can't get wet
Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck
[Paul Hightower] Gl or ia!!
[Hurricane G]
Hey fun-ny, what's up with that money grip, yeahhh
Get hip to my tune and yo watch me flip
the master, the ultimate funk, freak-er
I'm unique, I got soul out my sneak-er
A dope female, with the fat tail
I never liked college, so yo, fuck Yale!
If you don't know me by now I'm Puerto Rican
(When the track be creepin she be freakin when she speakin!)
The Bad Mamma Jama, still bust the grammar
Fuck the bullshit, let's get legit
Yes me the Hurricane yo I pack skills
So I keep on steppin like I'm doin drills
Hut one, two, charge enlarge
God damn, so don't fuck around with the jam!
Sit back, relax, niggaz and watch me kick it
Don't flex, in my pocketbook I pack a biscuit
I blow your ass out (click click BOOYAKA)
How's that? Now peep the size of my gat
I'm gassed, so motherfuckers kiss my ass
My whole ass; my entire big fat ol' ass!
[Keith Murray]
Keith Murray run this motherfucker! (Hell motherfuckin yeah!)
Keith Murray run this motherfucker! (Hell motherfuckin yeah!)
[Paul Hightower] Ke-ii-thhh!!!
[Keith Murray]
The mad matador metaphoric mergers like traffic *car tires squeal*
Not havin it, bashin your style I'm somethin drastic
Biblically, theoretically, practically speaklin who
wanna step in the helm of the realm of the Def Squad crew (Def Squad!!)
I shoot the gift like SWISH drinkin Olde English
Nigga you wish you had the style, more distinguished than this
Pissed ain't the word so observe -- how I break
your flow down through science, and kick you to the curb
Firsthand dirt and jungle poetry
You see me, G, we or E and somethin out this anatomy
Found the words of motherfuckin technology
(like that) and we out
[Paul Hightower]
It's the bom bom zee, ohhh yeah
With Keith Murray, and Hurricane G...
For y'all that don't know -- ya betta ask somebody!
Yo shit is real dog, you know?
Stay out the web, cuz once you get caught up in the web
That's it, you know?
They get you they got you good
Yo do the knowledge, take notice, stay focused
Shit is real, and it's real hard out there, for a black nigga
[Verse 1]
Ayo the way they doin me I can't stand it
Branded as a social bandit, but I'm a man and I'ma handle it
I'm not the first and I won't be the last
Just look how they did Pac and Tyson in the past
Yo at times, sometimes, I feel like I'm cursed
Because my life done went from bad to worse
Through all the stressful moments and all of the worry
I'ma still remain the same Keith Murray
Because I know deep in my heart God is on my side
If I gotta do my time, then I'ma do my time
They label you wrong, when you try to do right
And then they wonder why a con is so uptight
I'm just livin proof, of when you livin the truth
I been goin through bad times, since I was a youth
Now look, they got me locked in jail
People wonderin will I prevail or fail
But only time will tell
My mind, just now and then
Lookin down the corridors and wonders what might have been
It was a bad day
[Verse 2]
Yo, I wouldn't even stand here and lie to you, yeah it's true
All the shit that you hear about I'm goin through
And we good people at heart Jesus knows that we try
So I wonder why we get a break no time
My little sister just died, and the judge let me fry
And now I gotta kiss my lil daughter goodbye
All the pressure, make me wanna grab the tech off the dresser
But understand that don't make you a man
So I address the, situation best way that I can
With a letter to the senator, from the lyrical political prisoner
That the system label a sinister
In jail while I confess my sins to the minister
It's enough to make a nigga go A-Wall
But for now I leave it in the hands of the Lord
It's a real situation we all go through
You know, unfortunately, Today was a bad day
Word, recognize, I'm no different from you
You no different from me, you know
It was a bad day
[Verse 3]
No slack for the rapper, no rest for the worried
Now everybody in the world heard of Keith Murray
When the hype dies down and reality sets in
We all goin through the same thing for a friend
And it aint nothin good in the hood
Your own people will stab you in the back
Set you up and get you good
From the start, I came from the heart
Giuliani got the nerve to oppose the million youth march
They confiscated my passport, though I might of boated
I'm young black and dangerous that's why I got railroaded
And magazines, as if it's been misquoted, let it be noted
They can't break me to the streets I'm forever devoted
Yo
I'm tellin you man, this is life, you gotta live this life
Would you fall, would you make it, you never know
Today was a bad day
Livin proof of the truth, locked the fuck up, on some bullshit
You know, you livin, right or wrong
It was a bad day
But yo keep your shit tight, cuz when the get you they get you good
I had a bad day
Yeah, I understand you had a bad day
Y'all mythological niggaz is comical
The astronomical is comin through like the flu bombin you
And embalmin in your crew too
With the musical mystical magical, you know how I do
With word attack skills and vocabulary too
My rendition of this Edition is all brand New
You're through, I'm inter-planetarian like Doctor Who (who who?)
So Who! (who?)
Born to get tripped on, word is bond
I'm kickin rhymes til the A.M. vultures swarm
Not Quincy but I'm Back on the Block and not sellin crack
I'm comin in with the fat funk flows and tracks
So what you sayin black, with all that yackedy yack
My artifacts can't be beat with bats
I'm sayin, I eat up everthing up on the menu
and bend you and send you swayin, to be continued...
The most beautifullest thing in this world, is just like that!!!
I get ENYA
(repeat 4X)
Spur of the moment opponents are suspects
Caught up in precipitation reign of the tech/niques
I speak my concepts freak
The ich-ni-son-shi funk figures of speech
Now that shit is in the open, I'm open, tokin, scopin
Waitin for the next nigga to get opened on
And break him down like a organic compound
That's the weight of the world as the Earth goes round
Now, how the fuck you sound?
I represent my clique, Microphone Pound
You better pack your leather, dope, or medication for the shakin
Meditation from the earth-to-quakin shit that we be bakin
Never fakin I gets down for my crown clown
Shakin the membrane of Encyclopedia Brown
Freakin the funk in any throwdown
While listening to the sounds, of ENYA...
The most beautifullest thing in this world, is just like that!!
I get ENYA
(repeat 4X)
I comes down breakin ground
So back up offa me and sit yo' ass down
Now when I'm on the microphone I roam through zones
But don't be tryin this shit at home
No matter what race creed colour him or her
I comes sweeter than Jeru, and Damage an amateur
As chronical facial disorders occur
I'll assassinate your character's caliber
I channel my anger, from the double edged banger (Banger!)
and turn into the microphone strangler
Stop tryin to see where your eyes can't follow
Say goodnight to the world and goodbye to tomorrow
You rave and cuss so it's a must ya get bust
We're not to be fucked with, Toys Ain't Us
For eternity, through infinity
I eternally, get ENYA...
The most beautifullest thing in this world, is just like that!!
I get ENYA
(repeat 4X)
What you folks want? Yeah
We got the funk so come on down
What you folks want? Yeah
We got the funk so come on down
What you folks want?
We got the funk so come on down...
Intro:
It's goona be that, it's gonna be that shit
Hook:
Lounge homeboy you in the danger zone (x8)
Verse 1:
Keith Murray is this mic phychosis
I break your best rappers off thousands of pieces
I'm on some other shit splittin' wigs with my penmanship
Kick flows harder then the music so feel in your head and chest
And pass it to the next
They gave me 5 mic checks and all due respect
So please fill it up and check the anitfreeze
Cause this nigga Keith drop mad degrees
I launch tomahawk missles when I talk with permiscuesus
Intelligence like Mr. Romp
From New York unto the world over
I walk MC's like Jesus walked on water
As my airy frequency reigns through the galaxy
I easily gets busy and takes 3
I'm the nicest MC on this side of the pennisula
Stuck in the perimeter like a ninja
Hook
Verse 2:
The Def Squad MC's is shittin' on your new transmitters
Not quiters now forgetters
Runnin' deep like rivers (word 'em up) what is
My delivers, which is, givin' crews the shivers
I'm like a mad scientist with this son
I concock some shit that'll bust the sun
I got the stunky funky illest funk flow
For the glamorous scandalous world of radio
So how you want? Headcreads or ceelo?
I gets root deep like cavity cretes
Rockin' motherfuckers directly to sleep
A tybarrious rebel without a pause for the cause
And no claws the style is the son of noise
Peace to the hardcore the outlaw raw
Bug youngblood thugs, strong as ? 64 ounce jugs
In the realms of the danger
Hook
Verse 3:
Bust the contrast and how I forecast
Supersonic hyperphonic goin' on that ass paragraph
With the million dollar bionic metaphoric lyrical math
Generating off the chronic
By cooling in the dark path and the drug rath of the ath
And the ill shit that I craft
It's labeled as sick logic to the critics of the didicks
But they don't know the half of the half
The apperatus status of a maddisist
I conqure up a new style puffin' ganja, over the hook
Causin' more trama with my mouth then the stealth bomber
Killing every style in the book
Like it's goin' outta style tomorrow
My style is coming from down south and cross yonder
I drop the dope shit for masses and non-believers
Like spiral passes to butter finger wide recievers
As my photo type sound gays leis and hoes my style probe
To the farthest reaches of the globe
Payin' dues got me cockin' tools, you fuckin' fools
I'm rippin' crew and no exception to the the god damn rules
This is danger
Hook
Is it on?
Faggot ass niggas, talkin all that bullshit
Worried about what I do but I don't give a fuck
You know what I'm sayin, cuz if I listen to that shit...
[Verse 1]
I be the metaphorical Don Juan's upon
My confidant bring my words to life, make shit bond
See the lyrical lexicon makes strong songs DJ's gotta throw on
Thug niggas love to bug along
And wack MC's dream on and on
Drifting further from reality, concentratin on me flow on
I master murderous phrases simile, homicidal delivery
And don't give a fuck who don't like me
See we be, the type of MC's bringing equilibrium into the industry
Your own peeps say you pussy
I show up unexpectedly to the release party
Get up close and personally snatch your body
Often say, place your life status see on crtically
But y'all just sound like you dissin me subliminally
See you walkin contradiction, caught up in the friction
If you can't stand the heat, stay the fuck out the kitchen
In front of the whole industry on national TV
I'll bluntly, tell you to shut the fuck up
HOOK:
To all you got the pen niggas
Shut the fuck up
All you stinky, dirty tramps
Shut the fuck up
All the hoes on his dick
Shut the fuck up
All you lyin motherfuckers
Shut the fuck up
[Verse 2]
You'd be surprised what niggas go through to dis the squad
Call our business lines tryin na sound all fuckin hard
When your man dialed the number, heard my voice, jumped on my dick
Then you grabbed the phone and started poppin mega shit
Then tried to kick a little bullshit rhyme or two
About how much money you can make and how much damage you can do
But the simple fact is that you wanna be me
Redman, Erick Sermon, and the L.O.D.
But the next time you wanna be me look in the mirror
The next time you leave a voice mail speak clearer
Fun loving criminal, savage mic killer
Comes through by way of knockout on the strength of my niggas
Ther arsenal successor, mister apply the pressure
On niggas frontin like the Nutty Professor
I pull you foul, track you down like a private detective
Then put you in your proper perspective
And tell you shut the fuck up
HOOK
To all you shitty drawls cats
Shut the fuck up
All you fake thug niggas
Shut the fuck up
All you gay ass niggas
Shut the fuck up
All you media freaks
Shut the fuck up
All you hype motherfuckers
Shut the fuck up
All you fake drug dealers
Shut the fuck up
You better shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up
You better shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up
To my man L.O.D., Def Squad
Hey yo, this goes out to my man
Adrissa ";Knockout"; Beauwright and Anthony ";Apple"; Ames
Word is bond
I'm talking to my peoples all across the land
Relate to the situation at hand
I know everybody done been in some shit
And ready to lay niggas to rest
Just proove it but check it
We done did it, seen it, done it, been through it
Swigged it, guzzled it, copped it, smuggled it
Rocked it, chopped it, locked it
Now we got the whole neighbourhood going through it
Ay yo, money in the hood makes the game go good
We only rock black jeans, black Timbs, and black hoods
Karl Kani wasn't even out, dressing fly
Rocking jams is what it was all about
We had dreams of doing shit niggas never heard of
Then damn my partner got murdered
CHORUS: (12)
(This goes out) To my mans
Hey yo, close the blinds when you cooking
My neighbours be looking
My nerves is shooken so fuck it I'm off to Brooklyn
To my cousin with the devilish grin, devilish way of livin
But fuck it, he's still chillin
Adrissa ";Knockout"; Beuwright druck 40s all night
While I did the mic something right
Catching wreck or we was playing ball
Getting busy in any little hole in the wall y'all
Street soldiers with good heads on our shoulders
Wanted to go to school to be doctors and lawyers
Well I got caught up in the system with two ounces
Had to do a little time in the big houses
Before I even knew it I felt it
Ay yo, yo your cousin Knockout got murdered, right?
Damn, that was my man
Ill keep holding on (2x)
I'm on the cutting edge cause I'm young and I'm black
Now I feel like I got a monkey on my back
But you know I'm stronger than that of course
I puff on El and stay mental just knockin em off
I'm just a bill on Capitol Hill
Listen to ym Squad members
Then we go for the kill
As I smell the vapors linger
I saw jealousy bring the anger in the chest with a banger
I'm on a rage against the machin, what I mean
I want to see my people
With more than just first of the month cream
The situation's always looking grim
Pregnant teenagers with kids and can't take care of em
For them niggas who did it, word to life
I'm a get with ya
Peace to my peoples, I'll never forget ya
CHORUS:
To my mans (2x)
I'll keep holdin on (4x)
To my mans
Verse 1
Now for next to little or nothin' I be rippin' up every function
with scientifical mad man consumptions
with mass productions of mass conjunctions
I display new ways of mc destruction
'cause ain't nothin' better than the shit I got
makin' niggas jump off the roof and roof-tops
I put the hip in hop and the don't in stop and the clips in glocks
when I rock box your block
my hypothesis on this is you niggas better come in terms of my vocabulary quick
or get dissed
my brain bleeds mental complex feeds
bring it on kid I got exactly what you need
twisted metaphors to get your shit in star wars
live forever like Bob Marley just because
the mad matador metaphor rips the hard core
for him and his them and theirs you and yours
chorus:
And it beez like that sometimes
cause I can't control the rhyme
I said it beez like that sometimes
cause I can't control the rhyme
I keep it jiggy jiggy jiggy jiggy
we keep it be wiggy wiggy wiggy wiggy
cause it be jiggy jiggy jiggy jiggy
and it be wiggy wiggy wiggy wiggy
Verse 2:
the most beautifullest vocabulist
punches phony mc's dead in their esophogaus
my analysis is roughly calloused
you better practice if you want to challenge this
I'm symbolic to the sun moon and stars
you gettin' knocked out the box no matter who you are
the funk phat tracks lures you to listen
as my vocals send your brain up in the fetal position
learn a quick lesson of mic aggression
so when I walk down the street there'll be no second guessing
now you can walk the walk talk the talk
back burnin' all day but your still fireproof like an ashtray
I'm a scientist in the mix like Plyx
turnin' all you fly emcees back into maggots
non prop soil watch me bubble and spoil
punch you Grand Royal as you foam like boil
Chorus
verse 3:
I played the many thousand roles of street life
showed Whodini that the freaks come out in broad daylight
me and my crew be tight like Lavren and Shirley
rollin' through all ya'lls hoods pullin all ya'lls fly girlies
emcee's always bitch, that makes my style all hard
I role with nobody but God and the Squad
me and my troops we knock the shit out the sides of dudes
lettin the OJ juice loose on phat tracks E-d produced
Chorus
Intro: Dr. Trevis
Ha, ha, ha. This is Dr. Trevis, coming to you live
In this motherfucker, Keith Murray. L.O.D.
From the city niggaz, ha ha ha...
Verse One: Keith Murray
Keith Murray's still coming from the north, south, east, west (yes)
Obsesssed with my success will make me crack your treasure chest (yes)
Hot tales of terror slip from my lip clearer
Slip up the L.O.D. will be behind you in the mirror
I make MC's go from regular to fantasize
Realize my Squad be categorized
I think the devil's in this beat, fuckin with my speech
Makin me do his dirty work
Makin niggaz kill each other on the streets
Mo murder, mo murder
Make no mistake, baby L.O.D. traditional
Don't make me have to come lookin for you
So, see what I'm sayin and watch your mouth
Cause my motherfuckin Squad hits the streets like a blackout
What is exactly real? What is represent?
I see MC's down and get in my last hits (bitch)
Niggaz be around like ";Yeah";
That's what you get for jumping in the ring with a bear
Chorus: repeat 2X
Call my name and I'll come runnin, gunnin
All ya'll bummin niggaz will get done in
Verse Two: keith Murray
My Squad comes in all shapes, sizes and colors
All you niggaz seem to hate us but your baby's mothers love us
I'm the grand royal, hard to wear and tear
Rap specimen, pissin on all you mere peasants
With virtuality, poetry I successfully
Bring crews agony in virtual reality
See, first I puzzle your brain like The Riddler
Then, I catch you in the gut like Jack the Ripper
I'm the hot mustard dipper, money getter, mic gripper
Wack MC get rid of nigga
I take it to the extreme, and overkill like Dramamine
Y'all niggaz is sweet like jellybeans
Plus I knew your punk ass was soft
I see you in the street, you try to talk my fuckin ear off
I'm the high wrecka, mic checka
Wilin out like Red Hot Chili Peppers
Chorus
Verse Three: Keith Murray
I got def-ly breath control, with sick vocabulary making MC's nervous.
Boy I'll do you plenty
Which MC is in my category, if any, not many
See you thought like Nellie, now you shit like jelly
After the surgeoun is finished stitchin up that belly
Niggaz want to get ill, I'll take it to stainless steel
And show em how it feel
You laugin at Keith? You're crying at yourself
Cause beef with Keith is bad for your health
Them bitch ass niggaz tried to catch me for my self
I licked nine shots and jetted off in my Stealth
Chorus
 "Pin It")
