Intro:
You better recognize what. snatchh your fuckin head from your neck. word
Up its the cold blooded sin. strickly murder. legion of doom 94. word em
Up this is how we do that shit. techs to your record son. shit. fuck that
Shit. word em up that how were always been.
50 grand:
Yo check it, I feel the vibe like shanet
Collaborate on niggas brains and bend you ass like a sinse
My death sentense is danger
I black out like joe ripken niggas hittin the floor like the chamber
The sick authorist transmits for no repent
And activate the plan the pentagon inelligents
So listen close like musical chairs
The l.o.d. is deep then the niggas under the stairs
I crack million dollar script like an archetict
And execute like the chair when I inflict death
I got the creepiest slang in this galaxy
And wreck the industry so mysteriously
Coming with the funk from beneath I creep straight for juggelars
And twist rap caps for all you motherfuckers
Walk the bloody streets with 19 shots in the lueger
Niggas be scared to face 50 grand like medusa
The shit I produce is like gin and juice when it blend
Scenes from toni braxton youll never breath again
I rhyme without ability to reason, niggas is guilty of treason
Whos to blame but the legion to the doom
Hook:
With punk niggas we got beef so
(l.o.d. about to take it to the streets)
On the mic we definatly got beats so
(l.o.d. about to take it to the streets)
Ron jay:
Roy jay go the wickedest mystic magestic flow
From a homicidal clique, yo e make that psycopathic mix
I hits for the hecks or the shit that causes conflict in the script
Beeotch my style set on fire to touch venus
My soul seeks the universe while Im sleepin
Im creepin makin myself develop with the chronic
Electronic million dollar man the mic bionic
So you can feel it in your nerves when I blast off into the suburbs
Conduct like ? with electrofying words
I freak to them suicidal tracks break backs
Niggas scarred fakin fuckin heart atttacks
Oooh when Im comin through the crowd
Niggas want static yo I got the gun pazoow, wizoow, word up
50 grand:
I got the slaughter for your brains drive you insain
Fuck that shit
News interlude
Keith murray:
The moderation incobation of my creation
Is instantaniously with my vocabulation accumulation
Trust me as I bust thee, lyrical homicidal shit from keith murray
If I had 24 hours to live and one wish
I wouldnt wish for no damn lifesavers
Id start going wild like larry davis
The funk speach vigalante from the l.o.d.
Gets funky freakly and freaky fluently
And deep as greek mythology on level z
Theres six million ways to die
And eight million stories in the naked city and all them shits are lies
So I keep my wittiest ironist hidious
Psychosis bloodiest flow decitious
Comin from out this orbit deep space 9s wiggle my shit
Meltin crew down like synthetic acid
Come half steppin fession through a section
And get the midsection of your brain drain
With mad man expression, no quesion and no second guessin
Outro:
Yo 40 dreams and blunts for witches. yeah thats what we got for them
Niggas. yo lets get on it get off it. l.o.d. we wont forfit.
A-yo check it out. l.o.d. is the niggas man. a-yo put your money where your
Mouth is at nigga yeah. I have you rockin dazie dukes and reebok pumps
Nigga yeah, yeah. l.o.d. style for 94 yeah and its on
