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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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[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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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) |
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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. |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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