Enigma

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.

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

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

Intro:
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

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

Verse one:

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

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

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