Keith Murray

1 - Shorty you keep playin' with my mind
You tease me all the time but I had enough
Maybe I should ask your girlfriends why
Why you are so afraid to fall in love

Girl I won't get next to you
You know I don't like sweatin' you
But something 'bout the way you make me feel
You got me in this fantasy
And all my friends keep tellin' me
Shorty's kinda hot, so what's the deal?

2 - Cuz we been spendin', rollin', livin', showin'
We got some time for play
But you've been player hatin', waitin'
For this rhyme to pass away

Repeat 1

You only get the best with me
I wanna give you everything
And anything you ask of me I will
And I don't want to front on you
So tell me what you wanna do
And if I'm not the one
Just keep it real

Repeat 2

Repeat 1

(Keith Murray)
Now first of all baby, what's my name?
Spell it backwards you read game
I'm known for splittin' wigs and readin' brains
And when I say splittin' wigs and readin' brains
I mean breakin' it down conversation-wise
Let me explain
I'm in your corner, girl be on my team
Together we could fulfill each other's life dream
We both Gemini so we got 2 sides
Our zodiac sign is the perfect sign
Cuz she replied, "All Gemini's lie"
I guess this is what it feels like when doves cry
Your attitude is deep cover
Won't give me the number
Cold play me out like a foul, a bleep or a blunder
It's like a burnin' in the chest, a cardiac arrest
You look like you havin' fun puttin' me thru stress
So in between time and in the meantime
You do your thing and I do mine
But don't play wit my mind

Shorty, shorty
Won't you please get naughty with me
And if you really wanna
I can be your fantasy
You are so afraid, oh baby

(Repeat 1 until fade)

[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)

(feat. Man Child)

Yo, the fruit don't fall far from the tree
Yeah, uh

[VERSE 1: Keith Murray]
My grandfather use to tell me
This place ain't got nothing to offer you
Don't you see all the changes everybody going through
This family got problems and they do too
But everybody wanna tell you what they think you should do
He said watch them so called friends and them girls too
Sonny do you like they did Jesus crucify you
As he sat there in his chair looking out the window
I'm thinking when you can't get away where do you go?
(Inside your mind) man child never had a chance to be young
Either you selling drugs or out there on the binge strung for some
There's only two places to go the morgue or the Pen
For some school is an option entertainment to alternate them
Then they'll try to exploit you discriminate you
Use you as a tool make money and live in luxury off you
And we so confused we wanna believe in something
So they promise us the world but give us nothing

[CHORUS: Man Child]
I say we can be all in this together
Yeah, will you end up like, your family tree
Tell me what you gonna do what you gonna do
What you gonna do
Your mind ain't too far from the sky

[VERSE 2: Keith Murray]
The death of a loved one remind you of yourself don't it?
Knowing you could be next at any given moment
Like Twine I used to call him a brother of mine
His pops was a drunk and his mother was blind
He use to stay at my hose sometimes my moms didn't mind
We was just nickel and dime hustlers wasting time
Living in the streets targeted and forced to kill
Dualistically we learned how to lie and steal
Gangsters of the future modern days thugs
Seem like me whole hood is covered in blood
Traveling a ruff life in the eye of the storm
Now I wear their life stories tattooed on my arm
Psyc's grandmother passed away on April fools day
Then her funeral was on her birthday shit is real
My man had four baby moms and two on the way
And trying to make a living for them passes away in vein
God bless him, ask Skeeta

[CHORUS: Man CHild]
Child of the streets well, well, well, well
Will you end up like your family tree?
Tell me what you gonna do 3X
(Child of the streets, understand the habits
Behind the child of the streets)

[VERSE3: Keith Murray]
They try to fuck my fame up tear my name up
Turn around and sue me fuck my little bit of change up
I knew it was going to be some shit to get me for some cream
I saw it in my subconscious world like a vision
At first it hurt me like a knife in the heart
But by nature I continued to live out my part
As art imitates life and life imitates art
Don't respect the streets and they tear your ass apart
It's important that my understanding understood
But it's more important that it's understood in the hood
And to all the females in the Pen stay strong
Any day in jail girl is a day too long
And for those who had to do what they did to slide
Now running like a fugitive to save the live you live
Put in a box saw my step pops
He said boy Keith what the blood clot how much time you got?

[CHORUS: Man Child]
Child of the streets little sister
Tell me where will you lay your head?
Child of the streets little brother
Where will you make your bed?
Yall tell me what yall gonna do
What yall gonna do
Tell me what yall gonna do
Tell me

I'm always getting shitted on son, ain't gonna be no, no different
Can you accept me as I am? I ask you
or is all the love lost? I need you
Can you open your heart to mine and accept me and with my faults
During the human course of 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, guided back to the streets
by the power of the mind and positive of thought
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 wrong tell me what the hell is going on
Tell me tell me why my life feels so wrong 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 realized the devil was spying on me 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

Hook
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 thoughts

Verse 3
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 niggas 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
but still you turn your back on me like you dont know me or you hate me
don't you recognize family when you see me
i cut my right arm off for you and this is how you repay me
ahh dog you breakin my heart

[Chorus]

[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]
(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
I? '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!

(feat. Busta Rhymes, Kell Vicious)

[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah, what's up
Busta Rhymes, Keith Murray in this bitch
A busa bus, yeah
Flip Mode meets da Def Squad together once again
2003 muthafuckas, yeah all runin through you
Welcome home Keith Murray (ah thank you baby)
Streets mission nigga, lets give it to em, check it aw yeah

[VERSE 1]
Its Flip mode we be all over da place
Quick to lay niggaz down and lawnmower they face
Fuck your bitch before she go to her wedding
Fuck around and beat you're ass with two sticks just like the number 11
And yo I fuck with your current and I fuck with your spouse
And fuck y'all niggaz up for talkin shit in your own house
We see y'all niggaz bounce and say one
You even got no kind a line a credit in da hood that you from
I keep my doe stacked for them niggaz
Spot faggots everywhere like I keep a low jack on them niggaz
Pretty bitches sprinkle on they chanel
After we fuck em all in da club frontin like they pussy don't smell
Then they call me mister nice guy like Daved Chappelle
How we just be pounding da pussy and makin it swell
Fuck that flip mode never fail how we successfully banish bitch
Niggaz till we see em in hell

[CHORUS x2: Kell Vicious]
Now, guess who's comin through the streets
With heat and fire that make the people
Say that them niggaz got it on smash
You know them niggaz got it on smash
You know them niggaz got it on smash

[VERSE 2: Keith Murray]
Yo it's Def Squad we be all over the place
Hog tie, split your back fold you in a suit case
Yeah it's the Mr. Keith Murray Mr. Beef Curray
Don't worry come thru and crush your burberry hat like blueberry's
And all those waiting the waiting is over y'all
If I don't come wit some sick shit I ain't coming at all
But listen you my brother and I love but you pitiful
And getting in you're ass is so therapeutical
And just think these hoes be trying to prink
When they know teiy look just as stink as hellery swink
And cheating rappers make me madder than M&M
The night he saw kim kissing that Arabian, I ain't go forth
Pistol whip you, catch a case, get probation violate
For smoking more trees than Dionne Warwick
The way I be shittin'on the mic I gotta laugh
And use a whole roll of tissue to wipe m stanking ass

[CHORUS x2]

[VERSE 3: Keith Murray]
Ah yo first of all my rap style is not compatible
When white boys come around they be like yo Kell your shit is radical
My hang 10 surfs up I left them clueless
Not that many MC's out there can do this
This the same old G Darrly mack da ol e
And I don't need your back da Gat can hold me
Ain't state I ain't been without the mac 10
Kell Vics muthafuckin' yeah I'm back again
Now everytime I grab the microphone I set the shit on fire
Cause yo I ain't no joke I'm sharp like barb wire
Machine gun kelly so don't get jelly
Cause bitch you (can put it in your mouth) like Akinyele
You he's fakin da funk take thes nigga home he drunk
Before he wined up in my trunk
I gotta left that will fracture your chest and crack ribs
L.O.D. mutherfucker we gonna see you again

[CHORUS x4]

Yeah, Def Squad, Flipmode, L.O.D., P.T.P
You know we got it on smash
Street niggaz, got the streets on smash
All ya fake ass up there front, we'll come through
Y'all know what to do
Don't worry, Murray vision ain't blurry
Ayo E

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]

[Verse1]
Meet the villain with a thousand faces
I'll stab you up in a thousand places
I might catch you with a blade or a rap
Cause it's always more than one way to skin a rat
Them young boys fucking up hip hop
We've always been original get your own props
I show up in boots to your black tie affair
And physically put this funk up in your ear
I got friends in all the low places that keep me high
And we be up all night just like the red eye
I never sleep like nueva york
Miss me with all that body waste she's talking
Hit me with your best shot fire away
I'm da super easy minded MC OK!
I'm skin tight and knee deep shit
So long on you both my feet fall asleep

[CHORUS x2]
I know you know what we got to do is
Take it to the limit with so much force
Tell dem niggaz get sucka free or get lost
I know you know what we've got to do is
Take it to the limit with so much force tell them chicks
Get sucka free or get lost

[Verse 2]
So it comes as no surprise
Nigga you snooping around like a private eye
But idiot the victory is mine
Ya niggaz can't chew gum and walk at the same time
You stupid but it ain't no crime
Your third eye is blind well a aight then fine
I will hit ya pussys and make you fart
With enough energy to make a car start
I stay crispy you dissed me you pissy
I'll stomp you out like Hannibal did in Sicily
It's Keith and I got to be a mighty mighty MC -c-c-c-c-c-c
You a savage kid you might as well run around with a pet pig
I see a ugly chick and she's scoping
And I'm like got damn who left the gate open
Most prominent and dominant
Shittin like I'm like lactose intolerant
Meanwhile I hopped the turnstile
With the L. O. D. Ichbabod Crane style
I stepped into some shit them wiped it with my hand
See that's what makes me who I am, goddamn
No if and buts or maybes
Yo! E this shit is crazy baby

[CHORUS x2]

[Verse 3]
OH! That's how it is, that's how you living
I consider all ya as my children
Funk like feet collardgreen and chitlens
I stole your girl while I was in prison (no you didn't)
You can ask E cause he brought her up to see me
Keith you can't smoke weed, man pass the light
My probation thing is gonna be aight! aight!

[CHORUS x3]

[Verse1]
Meet the villain with a thousand faces
I'll stab you up in a thousand places
I might catch you with a blade or a rap
Cause it's always more than one way to skin a rat
Them young boys fucking up hip hop
We've always been original get your own props
I show up in boots to your black tie affair
And physically put this funk up in your ear
I got friends in all the low places that keep me high
And we be up all night just like the red eye
I never sleep like nueva york
Miss me with all that body waste she's talking
Hit me with your best shot fire away
I'm da super easy minded MC OK!
I'm skin tight and knee deep shit
So long on you both my feet fall asleep

[CHORUS x2]
I know you know what we got to do is
Take it to the limit with so much force
Tell dem niggaz get sucka free or get lost
I know you know what we've got to do is
Take it to the limit with so much force tell them chicks
Get sucka free or get lost

[Verse 2]
So it comes as no surprise
Nigga you snooping around like a private eye
But idiot the victory is mine
Ya niggaz can't chew gum and walk at the same time
You stupid but it ain't no crime
Your third eye is blind well a aight then fine
I will hit ya pussys and make you fart
With enough energy to make a car start
I stay crispy you dissed me you pissy
I'll stomp you out like Hannibal did in Sicily
It's Keith and I got to be a mighty mighty MC -c-c-c-c-c-c
You a savage kid you might as well run around with a pet pig
I see a ugly chick and she's scoping
And I'm like got damn who left the gate open
Most prominent and dominant
Shittin like I'm like lactose intolerant
Meanwhile I hopped the turnstile
With the L. O. D. Ichbabod Crane style
I stepped into some shit them wiped it with my hand
See that's what makes me who I am, goddamn
No if and buts or maybes
Yo! E this shit is crazy baby

[CHORUS x2]

[Verse 3]
OH! That's how it is, that's how you living
I consider all ya as my children
Funk like feet collardgreen and chitlens
I stole your girl while I was in prison (no you didn't)
You can ask E cause he brought her up to see me
Keith you can't smoke weed, man pass the light
My probation thing is gonna be aight! aight!

[CHORUS x3]

[CHORUS]
Gimme Gimme watch ya got
Full blast all night
Cause I got my swagger back, say what
I got my swager back, OK
You better get your swagger back

[VERSE 1]
Come and get it good and plenty
We come to get every penny
Short and tall freak em all
Fatty patty skinny minny
Oky doky niggaz envy
Cause they know they bitches feel me
Blacky whitey darky lighty
Put your lights out nighty nighty
I gotta open door kicking ass policy
Y'all niggaz really kill me silly
Put you out your misery
See listen me listen we
Pack that artillery
Niggaz get out a line
Roast them rotisserie
So shoot fly don't bother me
Y'all bitch ass niggaz ain't shit to me
You crazy leave you swazy baby
Blast through your artery
All the ladies be like
(Damn Murray why you want it like that)
Cause trick I got my swagger back

[CHORUS]

[VERSE 2]
I know you love it
So you peep it
How we freak it
So indecent how we stack dough
And keep it always buy it
Never lease it
Yo look at shorty looking decent
Take it beat it never eat it
Then tell that bitch bitch beat it
My team can't be defeated
With them things you will be greeted
Catch you coming out the precinct
Now niggaz want to peace it
But too late I release it
In your face I decease it
Full of grace when I speak it
Niggaz be like damn Murray
Why you want it like that
Cause black I got my swagger back

[CHORUS]

[VERSE 3]
We give you something you can feel
Think I won't when I will
You ain't street you ain't real
You ain't Keith you ain't ill
Lick shots in your grill
Fuck cops blood spill
I'm from the gutter in the vill
Make a nigga lye still
In the pine box when I pop that blue steel
Fresh out of jail got a new deal
Few mill cheat lie rob still
Give you bitches all a thrill
I'm chilly chill for really real
Cop the illy on a hill
Fam a lam roll a Phil
Let's all get ill
Cause I got my swagger back

[CHORUS x2]

Throw your elbows back
Twist your waist round
Throw your knees up
Get your swagger back

(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 f**kin ass unconscience
yea i seen you wit with that smirk on
you little f**kin 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 f**k 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

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 f**k
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
'cause 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 "esi 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 f**k??? (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

Fuck the whole industry!!!!
You tried to get rid of me!!! Y'all must be kiddin me!!
Y'all must be kiddin me!!! Aiyyo fuck the whole industry!!!
Come on!!! Staten Island! Come on! Hold me down!!!

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Monster cut truck balley shit
Champagne spillin while we hittin every bump that my Denali hit
Outfit is four thousand and better
The rhinestones in my flintstones look crazy in my sweater
Pah, it's not a big fairy tale that's my M.O.
Fuck bitches on the reg' with no problemo
Iceberg, rabbits, and the fox and more
Where I coped two more, brought four for RZA
Bad Boy thank you for this special delivery
Catch me by the pool in my Tony Starks slippers
Wonder Woman armed, Ghost is intelligent
Made 30 offa Def Jam I was killin 'em
Did cash on One-Sixteen I was feelin 'em
Them days kept a crisp cold dollar bill on 'em
I lived it out -- special delivery
I spit it out -- special delivery
I sniffed it out -- special delivery

[Chorus: P. Diddy]
(I want that) Special delivery!!!
(I need that) This is the remix, special delivery!!!
(Can I have that?) Come on, special delivery!!!
(Well give it to me) Bad Boy baby!!, special delivery!!!
(I want that) We won't stop!!!, special delivery!!!
(I need that) Yeah! G. Dep! Child of the Ghetto!!!
(Can I have that?) As we proceed! AHHH!!
(Well give it to me)

[Verse 2: G. Dep]
Aiyyo! Aiyyo!
Signed, sealed, delivered in just the nick of time
Rare, I'm a give it to 'em my design is rhyme in the ghettoist form
Show power the child of the ghetto is born
Uh, feet first, preach give a speech I kick ya each verse
Groove let the shit just spit now it's

Just like music..

Uh-huh, aiyyo yo, uh-huh yeah yeah, uh uh uh
There's no doubt, no doubt, no doubt, uh
Worrdd up..

Ahhh babyyy..
Just like music..

To relax my mind, so I can be free
And ab-sorb sound that keep me 'round
Doin my thang, constantly with no worries
Peace to Keith Murray.. ("just like music")
To keep me flowin and keep me goin
and keep me growin, and keep me the E from knowin
What happens out there, is not my concern
You wanna die it's not my turn ("just like music")
To do somethin to me like jump in the Mercedes
On the highway, doin over eighty
Without music baby.. ("Oww! I'll go crazy.. just like music")
Make me call my homey on the phone
Like there's somethin new out, that got me in the zone
Just that feelin, got me
I wish music can adopt me ("just like music")

(Chorus: Marvin Gaye)
Turn on some music, I got my music
Turn on some music, I got my music
Turn on some music, I got my music
Turn on some music, I got my music - just like music

Put me in the mood with my woman
Got me in the ear, sayin sweet nothings
Make love come out the mouth, no frontin
Like all of a sudden, ("just like music")
Takin away your worries and cares
Any problems, music'll be right there
Together match yo, we a perfect pair
Is that true Marvin? ("Yeahhhhh! Music")
Yo, to get you to bang this
Body soul-snatcher, universal language
It be the light, so open up
This is it, what the fuck? ("just like music")
One fly tune
That have black and white vibe in one room
No confrontation, parlay all night
It's just the sensation ("just like music")

(Chorus)

(Marvin Gaye)
Music is the soul of the man
Music makes a, happy day
Music makes a, cloud flow by baby
Your music is my tears in-side my eyes (just like music)
Your music makes me want to sing
Girl music, is a joy to bring (just like music)
Music is my heart and soul, more precious than gold
(Turn on some music, I got my music)
Happiness for days, justice all the way
(Turn on some music, I got my music)
I love your music baby (I got my music)
(Turn on some music, I got my music - just like music)
Hey (la-da-da-da-daaaa-dah-dah-dahh) doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
Turn on some music (la-da-da-da-daaaa) turn on some music
Just like music (la-da-da-da-daaaa-dah-dah-dahh) doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
Turn on some music (la-da-da-da-daaaa) turn on some music
Just like music (la-da-da-da-daaaa-dah-dah-dahh) doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
Turn on some music (la-da-da-da-daaaa) turn on some music
Just like music..

{*fades out*}

(feat. Cadillac Tah, Keith Murray)

That's hot (crazy)

[Cadillac Tah]
Yeahh, gangsta! What the fuck nigga?
Cadillac Tah, uhh
E-Dub - this fuckin beat is gangsta nigga
Word, uhh, c'mon, uhh
Whattup Murray? Welcome home nigga
Yeah, let's lay it down nigga, gangsta style
Yeah, uhh, c'mon, yeah

[Erick Sermon]
Yo, aiyyo I be the bandit, make dough expand it
Army bag full that blow mass transit
Cats can't stand it, oh God damn it
Invade earth like a UFO landed
Rolex or standard, you got cheese Grant-ed
You still can't hang with the Green Eyed Bandit
Your chains tampered, caught red-handed
They asked you to run ya jewels and you ran it
Smile you on candid, fake thugs canned it
Got shot and +Scream+ed, like Michael and Janet
Tape SoundScanned it, b-boys slammed it
Gots to play my tune cause radio demand it
This here's the real, hardcore steel
Boogie Down Production, KRS-One feel
That there's the deal, Ron grab the steel
Set b-boy stance and grab my deallz

[Chorus: Erick Sermon]
Yo yo watch 'em rings (up dem thangs)
Or your cheese (up dem thangs)
Your credit cards (up dem thangs)
Yeah right now (up dem thangs)
Your car keys (up dem thangs)
The accesories (up dem thangs)
Cristal bottles (up dem thangs)
Yeah right now (up dem thangs)

[Cadillac Tah]
Yeah, playboy we bang if that chain hang
With diamond clusters - POV CITY HUSTLERS!
Y'all niggaz is busters, Mr. Murder
A.K.A. Cadillac and rat-a-tat BLAM!
Niggaz be shot for blue rocks, you not
Willin to die so UP, DEM, THANGS
Or the bullets'll fly TOUCH, YO, FRAME
Believe me it's nuttin mayn, spittin lead from heat dogg
This my bread and meat, picture me starvin
Got a degree in robbin, kickin in doors and runnin
In stores boy I'm heartless give you the whole cartridge
You look like a smart dude, relentless
So resistance ain't a smart move, BLUKA BLUKA!
Let 'em have it for the karats silly rabbit get nailed
When the hammer swingin
Chop your hand off and sawed off your diamond ring
An' my nigga Murray touch down on it, time to push it

[Chorus: Keith Murray]
Oh y'all niggaz flashin dough? (up dem thangs)
Oh y'all all got chains? (up dem thangs)
Oh y'all got diamond rings? (up dem thangs)
Yo y'all niggaz know my name (up dem thangs)
Oh y'all niggaz got benji's (up dem thangs)
Oh y'all niggaz playin games? (up dem thangs)
Oh y'all think shit is sweet? (up dem thangs)
Man we take it to the streets (up dem thangs)

[Keith Murray]
Listen young boy this here ain't no game
You comin around us you gon' up them thangs
Rings chains and watch, and your ears give me the rocks
We stickin motherfuckers for they shoes and socks
You got Benji's? Up 'em - chains? Tuck 'em
Nah, I don't love 'em - get 'em, yeah fuck 'em
We supposed to be brothers - oh you tryin to kick some knowledge nigga?
Save that garbage and come up out your pockets
Before money wasn't a thang, it grew on trees
Now my gat is in your mouth you yellin, "No Keith please!"
I get another and another, a sister and a brother
Who love 'em they momma love 'em cause I damn sure don't love 'em
Run up on 'em like - yo, who got the weed?
UP DEM THANGS nigga gimme dat cheese!
If you don't want it to rain, and feel this pain
I strongly encourage y'all to up dem thangs

(up dem thangs) (up dem thangs) (up dem thangs) (up dem thangs)
(up dem thangs) (up dem thangs) (up dem thangs) (up dem thangs)

He's Back
Keith Murray
(Rush Hour 2)

Yo Rock, cue me in..
We, got, that, funk
Murray's, packed, with funk (you need to know)
We, got, the funk for yo' ass (let's go)

[Keith Murray]
Yo, a lot of rappers holler tough stuff, they don't live it
When you hear me emceein I'm speakin from experience
Keynote speaker, Rock funk freaker
This lecture is conducted from the mic and through the speaker
Now who gets weaker, not this dunn
Look I'm never s
down even when, I was on the run
I'M A REBEL! I love REBEL PEOPLE!
You're not equal, you damn creep you
I, wake up in the morning with my game face ON
And play hard all day - WORD IS BOND
By the way whatever happened to - WORD IS BOND?
The brother Ak lied to me during RAMADAN
I'm takin no prisoners, takin no shorts
Still drink Olde E, cans 40's and quarts
With creativity, and original thought
And a twist of fate I twist your face, don't get caught

[
: Keith Murray]
Yo, we got the ghetto funk, you need to know
where the funk is at, funk dat bump that
Murray's back with that
funk to make a person catch a heart attack (he's baaaack!)
Yo, we got the ghetto funk, you need to know
where the funk is at, funk dat bump that
Murray's back with that
funk to make a person catch a heart attack (you need to know)

[Keith Murray]
We, got, funk, for, y'all, stank, ass, C'MON!
Yo - here's, what I'ma do for you
Choke you out 'til your lips and your face turn blue
OOPS! Now look what you done made me do
I, did it again - and the joke's on you
I'm more than official reputable undisputable
lyrical phrasologist (you know how I do)
Not one of you or any combination of you
Can ever mess around (boy you know how I do)
Dialectical linguist, unlimited thinker
Descriptive mental photographer
L.O.D. and P.P.P. gets it on
We strong to cause bodily harm to King Kong
Stock lock and barrel, empty, reload whoa
This funk here, glocks up, c'mon
I'm not an R&B pop star rock'n'roller
I'm a underground rapper with a chip on my shoulder
You mindless, spineless, jellyfish I eat MC's..
.. which is my favorite dish
I sailed the seven seas, pack 'em in like sardines
and eat fruit right off the stress tree
Keith kill beef like Mad Cow Disease
Spazz on me? NEGRO!
Some say I'm sarcastic, with a bad reputation
But ignore 'em, don't listen, they Mr. Murray hatin

[
]

[Keith Murray]
This is to my, negroids, spaniels and caucasoids
Even chisel-faced, hardcore, rap b-boys
With my high wire, tightrope, trampoline STYLE
Tear your ass up, with service and a SMILE
I'm the, local hero, global player
Make your grandmother get up and do the Murray rainer
Grab you goin to a death row, like an alligator
Good God, my Squad got too much flavor
Rainbow style like a pack of Now or Laters
This funk shit gon' shake the equator
My, Squad, stay true to the game
We the trillest mother-effers this side of the grave

[
] - {

to

}

[Keith Murray]
It's gonna be a party y'all
Keith Murray roacks wide and universal and most come
Combine with R. Kelly and prove it can be done
Non stoppin' Def Squad and Rockland
I here somebody knockin', yo R the party's startin'

Verse 1:
Step into the crib with me tonight[what's up baby]
Kelly's in the mood to make it right
Word is gettin' all over town
The party's over here and gettin' down oh yeah

Chorus:
Hands in the air[get 'em up y'all], drinks everywhere, party in the
hills
Keepin' it real, guests from out of town, ladies all around
Me and the crew, doin' what we do

Verse 2:
Beat is bangin' up and down your spine
And all the single women here are fine
[it's a beautiful thing, it's a beautiful thing]
Let your body give into your soul
Release the freak and you will lose control

Pre-chorus:
Girl there's a party goin' on, my temperature's warm
So let me freak you to the floor, while the bass is thumpin'
All night if your body can handle it

Chorus

[Keith Murray]
Chillin' at the house on the hill
We gotta sing my my my like Johnny Gill
Rich girl, poor girl get the same respect
You can all drink for free and call Earl collect
At the moment of truth with burden of proof
We stacks the stuff and spread love like it's used
The lyrical genius and R&B messiah
And the roof, the roof, we sets on fire
But as long as the party is jumping, we ain't concerned
We don't need no water let the motherfucker burn
And everybody knew somebody who was there
With they hands in the air bringing in the new year, yeah ay yo, come on

Verse 3:
Nuggets on the wrist, it's just the shine
'Cause ain't nobody checkin' out the time
Cash and clothes for days to blow your mind
Maybe it's all good so there's tonight

Pre-chorus:
All we want is a party a reason to celebrate
Now that we got the money we dance the night away
Nothing but the hands up

Chorus(6x)

Yo shit is real dog, you know?
Stay out the web, 'cause 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 ain't 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 f**k up, on some bullshit
You know, you livin, right or wrong
It was a bad day
But yo keep your shit tight, 'cause when the get you they get you good
I had a bad day
Yeah, I understand you had a bad day

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

[LL Cool J]

I'm incredible, I mix up shit like cake mix
Keep it blazin hot, rhymes ?urn 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?ot 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)

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:
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

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.

[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

"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

(feat. Redman, Erick Sermon, Too $hort)

[Keith Murray (All)]
Yeah, ride with me, yeah!
Yeah! Ride with me
Roll ya down windows and ride with me
(Ride with us) Yeah!
Bitch (Ride with us) Yeah!
(Ride With us)
Roll up ya windows and (Ride with us)

[Verse 1: Too $hort (Erick Sermon)]
Let's smoke this Oakland Indo don't roll down the window
Start the car we ain't going to far
You know that big booty girl you're always fucking wit?
She got a sister, I really want to get
Some Georgia girls, some College Park
You already fucked when we get to start it off
Park in a drive-way, it won't take long
Do it like that it goes, on and on
You know this the kind of the shit I know you want
E made the beat, let me show you something (Yeah)
Quite a few hate us, wanna see us play out
But we got the formula to get paid now (Word up)
You can't stand in the way of success
We got the same job but you make much less
I remember how it used to be (Like what?) before we had crack
If you had a few hundreds in your pocket that was fat

[Chorus: Erick Sermon (All) {Redman}]
If you feel like smoking then (Ride with us) {Yeah!}
Hop the train with no token (Bitch) (Ride with us) {Yeah!}
If ya don't give a fuck then (Ride with us)

[Keith Murray]
Roll ya windows down and (Ride with us)

[Erick Sermon (All) {Redman}]
If ya got +5 On It+ then (Ride With us) {Yeah!}
And if ya hate fake niggas then (Ride with us) {Yeah!}
And if ya cool pull triggers then (Ride with us)

[Redman (All)]
Roll up ya windows and (Ride with us)

[Verse 2: Keith Murray (Redman)]
Aiyyo, I lick two shots it's heard around the world
Check out our forty and a blunt can take a nigga girl (Take a nigga girl)
Like E ? don't say nothing I'm hunting (Word)
On the microphone, it's the eve of destruction (Yeah!)
As the world goes around like passion you get flat in a orderly fashion
You was warn like a coming detraction
I got playa hated, felt liberated
Put em on a burner cause nigga violated (Word! Word!)
We scamper like guide dogs through the fog
If ya feel like you wanna hop, leap like a frog (Like a frog!)
Like a Sergent General, get busy chief (Word up)
The fastast way to spell wrong relief is Keith! (Keith!)
I leave you ass'd out like a cocain droute
Aiyo, can I get a witness like Andre Crotch? (Crotch!)
Niggaz need to stop frontin, bitches need to stop stuntin (Word!)
Cause they know fuck well they can't stop my production

[Chorus: Erick Sermon (All) {Redman}]
If ya like smoking then (Ride with us) {Yeah!}
Hop the train with no token (Ride with us) {Yeah!}
If ya don't give a fuck then (Ride with us)

[Redman {Too $hort} (All)]
Roll ya windows down and {Beotch!} (Ride with us)

[Erick Sermon (All)]
And If ya got +5 On It+ then (Ride With us)
And if ya hate fake niggas then (Ride with us)
And if ya cool pull triggers then (Ride with us)

[Redman (All)]
Roll up ya windows and (Ride with us)

[Verse 3: Redman {Erick Sermon}]
Aiyyo, I got the, forty acres without the fucking mule
Doc Ike Turner, giving mic's audio abuse {Word up}
I smack a big mouth bitch, and her baby sitter and her lesbian friend, and
That nigga with her
I don't give a fuck I smack blood outta midget
My tactics make Evil D say "Come on, kick it!"
A black five with rims which could spot me in
When I die, I snatch you like Doc Kervorkian
So turn the beat up while Narcs got me on sweep up (Uh-huh)
I'm lucky, I usually tote more guns than Peter (Ha-ha)
I'll fuck you up till where you forehead and cut meat up
You wanna box I +Square+ more than Madison Arena (Ding!)
Backstabbing bitches and niggas, EAT A DICK!
Plus, you never heard the Doc do nothing like this
Backstabbing bitches and niggas, EAT A DICK!
Plus, you never heard the Doc do nothing like this

[Chorus: Erick Sermon (All)]
If ya like smoking then (Ride with us)
Hop the train with no token (Bitch) (Ride with us) (Yeah!)
If ya don't give a fuck then (Ride with us)

[All]
Roll ya windows down and ride with us

[Erick Sermon (All) {Redman}]
And If ya got +5 On It+ then (Ride With us) {Yeah!}
And if ya hate fake niggas then ( Ride with us) {Yeah!}
And if ya cool pull triggers then (Ride with us)

[Redman (All)]
Roll up ya windows and (Ride with us)

[Erick Sermon]
Come on ride with us, ride with us
Come on, ride with us, ride with us
Come on, ride with us, ride with us
Ride ride ride ride ride ride ride
Come on, then ride with us, ride with us
Come on, ride with us, ride ride

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

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

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)

It's gonna be a party y'all
Keith Murray rocks wide and universal and most come
Combine with R.Kelly and prove it can be done
Non stopin' Def Squad and Rockland
I here somebody knockin', yo R the party's startin'

Step into the crid with me tonight (what's up baby)
Kelly's in the mood to make it right
Word is gettin' all over town
The party's over here and gettin' down yeah

*Hands in the air (get em up y'all),
drinks everywhere, party in the hills
Keepin' it real, guests from out of town,
ladies all around
Me and the crew, doin' what we do

Beat is bangin' up and down your spine
And all the single women here are fine
(it's a beautiful thing, it's a beautiful thing)
Let your body give into your soul
Release the freak and you will lose control

Girl there's a party goin' on, my temperature's warm
So let me freak you to the floor, while the bass is bumpin'
All night if your body can handle that

* Repeat

Chillin' at the house on the hill
We gotta' sing my my my like Johnny Gill
Rich girl, poor girl get the same respect
You can all drink for free and call Earl collect
At the moment of truth with burden of proof
We stacks the stuff and spread love like it's used
The lyrical genius with R&B messiah
And the roof, the roof, we sets on fire
But as long as the party is jumping, we ain't concerned
We don't need no water let the motherfuckers burn
ANd everybody knew somebody who was there
With they hands in the air bringing in hte new year,
yeah ay yp, come on

Nuggets on the wrist, it's just the shine
'Cause ain't nobody checkin' out the time
Cash and clothes for days to blow your mind
Maybe it's all good so there's tonight

All we want is a party a reason to clecbrate
Now that we got the money we dance the night away
Nothing but the hands up

* Repeat(x6)

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

[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

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)

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

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 f**kin' 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 'cause 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:
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
Cant 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

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

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

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 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

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

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.

featuring Keith Murray

[Shaq]
before anyone gets upset
we're only sayin funkin'
f you n k i n
ah ha ha ha
ah ha ha ha
ha ha ha ha
that's right boy
George The King Village
watch this seven footer spit rhymes like a loogie
funked up like some doogie warrior just like sazuki
ah Twism man of steel organism
combined with phat rhymes comin' from my wall prism
in my league hoopers don't act their age
you might be another dead boy front page
I make more cash than the president
find a bigger residence
Shaq is the man and that's evident
irrelevant, what them critics say
until they come rhyme, come act, come play
get out me way
or come trip into this rhyme funk
I'm nut-rageous, outrageous, like the Buddha monk
it's about where you're from not where you went
Newark, New Jersey, represent, represent
to the fullest, you messin' round, you's a dead man
prepare for the Redman

[Keith Murray]
oh yo yo yo, hold up
due to certain circumstances, Redman will not be performing tonight
but we got Keith Murray from the Def Squad up in here
so, you know what I'm sayin', check it out
never question who I am, black
I slam jams with Redman, Erick Sermon, and the Shaq
I wreck this with wreckless emotionless
above any beyond the depths of physics
with bio feed back techniques
I speak over the beat
so peep a true thug from the streets
of New York
where you get outlined in chalk
and the herbest person gets foul like pork
you walk and talk into tripizoid
boy I can flipizoid, trapizoid on record
all these MCs out here is a big dissapointment
so I refuse to lose and ooze like ointment
into a deconcentration
I scrape you and your scab-ass crew up like vaxitration
and if you're 6-9, 280, tryin' to get ill
I'll have my man Shaquille O'Neal push your grill
and that's real

[Shaq]
some choose to pack a mack, I choose to pack my Shaq
twenty twos
I wonder how you'd act if you was in my shoes
this is how I take the old from the new
all my nines down the line kick and lead it too
rugged never smooth with this move as I flow
on and on this track, my papes stacked in the back
step up to get funk in your face
'88 was Runs house, but '95 is Shaqs place
cracked up like Boogie, from New Jack City
high with the clowns, but down with the nitty gritty
fool, child, with the high profile
style kind of hoop-hoppa-listic wild
come, get some
from the one that freaks the fees, the foes, the fies, the fums
I flip my style like a pancake flipper
dive-dive dipper
let me pull up my zipper
I'm sick and tired of pissin' on this track
Newark represnts lovely
Redman and the Shaq
for the '96, '97
Jersey is representin'
always and fo'ever
fo'ever and always
Prince Street, where ya at
George The King Village, where ya at
Naughtyville, where ya at
can't forget the brothers in Chilltown, J.C.
Oakstreet representin'
ha ha, and I'm out