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
Im taking over like the psychic network
I got the drop on all you niggas out there claimin` that you do dirt
But the truth hurts and it kills you to listen
Like the sound of hollow point tip bullets whistlin`
Every little breath you take
Every little gesture you make
Every little jack you fake
I be the expert mic gladiator
Pop shit on records I`ll cut your fingers off later
Hook X2
Verse 3:
Pump the new smash platium single the thug star spangled banner
Illustratin` grammer in a hostile manner
Texas chainsaw cuts hard to the core
Makin` sure they don`t try to battle me no more
You seem to believe all you need is a rhyme and a dream
To defeat the all time great microphone supreme
But wake up cuz you playin` with the game of death
I`ll smoke your body ashes in a blunt and leave no evidence left
Straight ashes ashes, dust to dust
I got you in my clutch there`s nothing further more to discuss
And it`s scary though when the eeriest voice on the radio
Is in your hometown doin` the show
With the technique that I`m usin` choosin`
abusin`
Got more flow than D`Angelo crusin`
With poisonous venom Oh my God I get in em`
Turn `em out give `em something good to talk about
Hook
