Intro:

If heads only knew!



Verse 1:

I Make music of murder and mayhhem for all of them

And murder ballads for sweet chariots

My second return like a unstoppable bullet

With wings my ears ring your name when you speak of me in vein

Enter the center like a big bread winner

So L.O.D. can eat that ass up for dinner

I come with high potent deadly quotin'

Avenue corrodin' street life shit to get you open

Niggas pullin' stunts like Jackie Chan

Not knowin' that they fuckin' with the demolition man

I'm seen on screens and magazines

Pump, pump (don't sleep) but peace to Queens

I hollar Allah U Akhbar my peeps hold me down

In the roughest pair of Timbs that ever touched the ground

Huhh hows about a broken jaw

It's Keith Murray and I'm comin' in with the raw metaphors



Hook:

When I'm alone in my room

Sometimes I stare at the wall

And in the back of my mind

I hear my conscience call

Keith Murray



Redman:

Rock, rock on



Keith Murray:

Original rules, original rules, original rules X2



Verse 2:

Now heere we go again soundin' crazy but it's contagious

The sickest entertainer puttin' your brain though strainers

We smokes the choc', don't be afraid of the dark

Mentals get hit brain cells spark

Pappers swear they got the dopest jam on the shelf

But they don't believe that shit they own goddamn self

Last year I was underrated but I stay dedicated

I'm so dedicated I close my eyes I'm incarerated

Niggas was amazed at the shit you was kickin'

But all you did was adobo the chicken

I"m taking over like the psychic network

I got the drop on all you niggas out there claimin' that you do dirt

But the truth hurts and it kills you to listen

Like the sound of hollow point tip bullets whistlin'

Every little breath you take

Every little gesture you make

Every little jack you fake

I be the expert mic gladiator

Pop shit on records I'll cut your fingers off later



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Verse 3:

Pump the new smash platium single the thug star spangled banner

Illustratin' grammer in a hostile manner

Texas chainsaw cuts hard to the core

Makin' sure they don't try to battle me no more

You seem to believe all you need is a rhyme and a dream

To defeat the all time great microphone supreme

But wake up cuz you playin' with the game of death

I'll smoke your body ashes in a blunt and leave no evidence left

Straight ashes ashes, dust to dust

I got you in my clutch there's nothing further more to discuss

And it's scary though when the eeriest voice on the radio

Is in your hometown doin' the show

With the technique that I'm usin' choosin'

abusin'

Got more flow than D'Angelo crusin'

With poisonous venom Oh my God I get in em'

Turn 'em out give 'em something good to talk about



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