Intro:

Ha ha ha Def Squads in the house. One more time. Hostile word up. Keith

Murray representin' ?. Yeah



Verse 1:

Keith Murray gets busy most beautifully

Got Hostile with E.D. in 93

Yo it's a small small world out there so prepare and beware

Because I'm coming out rougher this yeah ah yeah

Now you know I don't care

With a hardrock funk style that's pretty much out there (word up)

With the wickedest episodes on the globe

With my patterns are murderous poetry unfold

My vocabilation is out of your imagination

(We Slam like Onyx on your radio station)

I'm internationally known from the east to the west coast

I like hot butter on my breakfast toast

Why chase the bass of the base of my face

When you know what kind of bitch you are in the first place

I bust phat rap caps miraculously

Come across me for a little something for everybody

You're all in the mustard and can't ketchup

I wreck up like a tech up so go get a check up



Hook:

I dip dip di your face in the place

I dip dip di in your face...and brings the drama like Jason (x2)



Verse 2:

The one and only philly blunt king Murray

Apostrophy Keith chief of the phontom leaf

I Takes It To The Streets over raggady ruff beats

And I turns beef into minks meat

Now who wanna test? Compound or stress?

Yes I'll hurt that chest just like a vest never the less

I still writes like a mad journalist

In the heart of the funk of this who is this?

Drainin' your brain you can't maintain

Please Keith come back kiss away the pain

With bloody murder you never heard of

Click like the Def Squad comin' more ubsurder

I cert a, for the way I hurt a and murder (yeah)

Tracks way before the hard hit of cracks

Way before the Gotti and the Angles fought backs

Yeah I brung drama like Jason



Hook



Verse 3:

And we be blowin' up the spot like nitroglycerin

For those who be listenin' I be rolling like perellies on Michellins

Simpleton, I gets retarded like Bart Simpson

Vicous and superstitious hit you with snitchy stitches

There will be repentance when I cast my sentence

I bite with a vengence, you can tell in every fuckin' sentence

That I'm finestly cruel with ink in my think tank

Remember the current with my memory bank

Point blank I'm ranked number one (yes my son)

So eat a dick up...and hiccup