The Most Beautifullest Thing In This World

[erick sermon (doing an onyx voice)]
Testin one two three! whoa i flow rhymes wicked
And bust some to keep me uplifted
It flows to my braincells like from smoke
I'm no joke, i make an old man croak because i'm loc'
I'm wild, psychosomatic, i got gats
Stored in my attic, for any crazy bastard
It's all in the mind, when the e drops a rhyme
My freakin frame is like a pair of calvin klein's
I drop flows through customs, and get sniffed out
Like i stole somethin when i'm bustin
I'm don of mic with this shit
I rock on, to the breaker one-nine ya dig??
Erick sermon got funk for days, for those who wanna
Backstab me in the back, like the o'jays!
Can't get these nuts on the real
It's gonna be a cold day in hell before the e drops the steel!
Arrrrrrrrgh! i still rock with my adidas
With run-d.m.c. and jay, my niggaz packin heaters
So get off, get off, and if you want the real scoop
On the e double, check the sounds!
I rise my eyes burnt like cherry
Get wise to my style more fly than halle berry
I don't know so i'm sayin bye-bye..
.. until next try!!

Def squad, is in the house, yo
Green beret, is in the house, yo
L.o.d., is in the house, yo
Keith murray, is in the house, yo

[keith murray]
And jesus is a fuckin puppeteer! the devil cut my
Sights off, and i'm runnin wild in this atmosphere
For mad niggaz it's curtains
I'm losin my mind, in this biological universe
In my dreams, i'll be gettin away drivin a hearse
So when i get to hell, i'm stabbin up the devil first
And leavin the skull decapitate his ass, catchin wreck
Rip off his head, and shit down his fuckin neck (bitch!)
From the little voice in my concious
I might just leave a crazy-ass unconcious
And y, is a crooked letter like my alibi
A psychic couldn't tell the science of my mind
This man gets the wealth and y'all can all eat shit and die
Cause i'ma gets mines, bitch!

West coast, is in the house, yo
East coast, is in the house, yo
N.y.c., is in the house, yo
Lil' jamal, is in the house, yo

[jamal]
Biddi-bla-ba-ba-ba, how ya like the squad now?
I'ma come down to represent the juveniles
I kick styles that niggaz can't fuck with
Cause when i come down i cold wreck the whole shit
Now who the fuck wanna see jamal i fades em all
And any nigga that step up, he's sure to fall
Now i come down to be the illest, the realest
Any nigga that step up, i'm ready to peal his
Cap, sit back relax and dwell on the shit
Cause i be the illest little kid i'm ready to rip
Any motherfucker that wanna step nigga
I'll let you know where the weapon is kept, how the fuck you figure
That you can fuck with me, i be the illest b.g.
Bustin from philly, chillin up in cali
Sally from the valley fucked me and she burned me
So you know i got the illest and i earned my props b
Fo sho' i'm ready to rip any mc who step
And let them know where the weapon is kept
You punk bitch, and i hit a switch
Any motherfucker step i dump him in the ditch
Trick!

Verse 1:
Cow will burn ya, i'm taken mc's straight under
And you can't see like stevie wonder (ha)
Then the black bull blown like style on the microphone
Throwin' your chromosomes like a cyclone
And commerical raps get the gun claps
A wack on the ground of the head with my ill skill raps
I'm a kill me a crazy motherfucker tonight
Step out the light nocturnal to the night (word 'em up)
Your sight will put you in fright (word) and none of you wanna fight
Cause my game is mad tight aiight
Yo e this might be my last album son (hell no)
Cause niggas trying to play us like crumbs nobodys
I'm a fuck around and murder everybody
And get crazy buckwild with the shottie
You couldn't see me if you weighed 500 million karrots
Cause i'm sychosymatic

Hook:
Ooh i might lose my lose (x4)

Verse 2:
I'm from the dirtiest stinkiest part of long island
But in every corner of the world my style be wilding
And i'm dead serious even though i may be smiling
I'm conshadier antagonizing character in back of the hoodie
Coming to get you for your goodies
So if your 2-2-4-5 technozzels think y'all can creep
But keith murray ain't losing no sleep
I'll man handle and dismantle your mandel down to your thorax
On wax with a bloody axe
But on the real for the real the real i build on capital hill
And ill cause of skill
Breakin' shit up with degrees like a count crackula
In fact the factor is compound fractures (uh)
For every action there's a reaction (yeah)

Hook (x4)

Verse 3:
We are the world! i'm shakin' and bakin' and takin'
Niggas down to swirls and twirls
I'm runnin' them off the ball like earl and pearl (uh)
This is a basic general classic situation
Can't nobody see me in god's creation
I steps it up from inspiring expectation with funk illustrations
You can thunk justifications
Perhaps you would like me to make the biscuit callap (pow!)
And make your lungs collapse
You represent he represent i represent
The sick bizarre twist is that i torment in my performance (uh)
Kickin' brain twitchin' (yeah)
My yobic topics, niggas be like "stop it, you got the illiotics!" (yeah

[redman]
Hooo-ahhh!
High as a motherfucker
Zonin on cloud nineteen as the def squad takes you
On another eerie place... of a dark side
Yesssss!!!

[keith murray]
I escape from the world
To show niggaz that my style is superb
For what it's worth i'm gettin off planet earth
But i gotta redefine gravity first
So i figure, i get my guns and i bust the biggest cap
From the demand of the trigger
I'm equipped to dip with a knapsack
And a survival kit, with blunts n shit (word!)
I'm in all black, ?with a face? money
Wanna double to nasa, to hijack a space shuttle
More ages than curiosity
I enter the backdoor with animosity ("yeah, here's murray!")
Searchin for the astronauts, checkin my watch
Determined the time i had to be out
I saw my prey without a second delay
Suited up, strapped down, straight and on my way
For five seconds to liftoff i was in the hell
When i escaped from the world

I escaped from the world (4x)

So far...
I went through a milky way of stars
And landed on my destination, which was mars (whoa, shit!)
This planet was foreign and new
As i'm puffin on a blunt, observin the view
To my surprise, a spaceship arrived
Out came a martian, with six fingers and three eyes
He spoke a bleeky type of dialect ("bleek, bleek bleek bleek bleek bleek")
But understood my form of intellect
I said, "i'm keith murray from the planet earth
Boy i'm psychosomatic and homicidal with a verse"
My hypercritical form of words busts his brains
And then the whole atmosphere changed ("what the fuck?")

Rrarahrhagharhar rharhagahgahrahgh

I was surrounded by some martians in the hut about to front
I used my last resort, and pulled out the blunts
Lit it, got the whole martian crew blitted
So now's my chance to try to get acquitted
I said, "i escaped from the planet earth
To let my mind untwirl because i'm mad at the world
And the murder wasn't premeditated
My language was just mis-interpretated"
One acknowledge i'm right and pulled out the peace pipe
Aight? about to set the vibes right
He lit it with his finger, i smelled the martian buddha linger
I felt good cause i released some anger
No sooner than the cease of the herb ignite
I was headed back to earth at the speed of light
Upon my return niggaz thought i was in jail
Nah kids... i escaped from the world

[redman]
As we zone, on the cosmic type of funk
(escapism y'all)
We drop mad flows, for the 1990's
(escapism y'all, escapism y'all)
The funk doctor spock signin off live
(escapism y'all, escapism y'all, escapism y'all)
This is how we do
(escapism y'all, escapism -- escape from the world)
Flows enough for the nineteen ninties and we out!
(escapism y'all)

I gets dumb with the momentum of the drum
And blow mc's, to kingdom come

"the future holds nothing else, but confrontation"
(from public enemy's "apocalypse '91")

*woman screaming*

Murray is a lyric luna-tic toc
Boom, i fill the room with the rough rhymes i consume
My lyrics is too fly for this world (word em up yo)
And more famous than the jheri curls
My rhymes correspond with the funk beat
Like infrared correspond with heat
I'm malicious and vicious, puttin rappers in stitches
(yeah yeah) when i'm rippin up twelve inches (like this)
My rap style is a metallic bastard
That thrives off of battery acid (word em up)
I rhyme like i'm hungry over funk beats
For those, who shit where they eat
Reach, and your strategies'll be picked off
Cream puff sweet, i freak the sheek type of speech
The vital, verbal combat i enlist
Wraps rappers' brains up into a pretzel twist (word em up)
When i'm coastin with the funk style potion
I leave your notion dead and bloody in the ocean
I can't be beat so don't be under that assumption
I flow as long as the herb is pumpin

"yo what kind of weed is this?"
"it's the bom bom zee baby."
"yo this shit is way out!"
"yo let's be outta here."

Come and take a ride on my bad side
You can't fuck with my style cause it's ?pasteurized?
And when i meet my match, i'm tyin em up
In the bassline and stabbin em in the spine for tryin to play fly
We got to have it like some hungry dirty stinkin motherfuckers
Always actin wild and stupid like truckers
Goin against the grain, barbecuin niggaz
In the purple rain as my wild brain child style goin insane
And i'm wild with the usage of a harsh word
My style of speak is mentally disturbed
I drug the head more than hallucinogenics with rhymes like these
On the mic i'm catchy like herpes
Covalent ionically with the mic i combine
And gain more strength, than a molecule enzymes
E crack the sticks while i get in the mix
And kick some fix after prefix after predicates
I take a trip down memory lane
And kick some shit, that'll bust your brain
Hit as you should, a real common hood
Not stephanie mills, but i still feel good
I take a phillie blunt to go, and yo
I flow as long as the herb is pumpin

Intro:
You better recognize what. snatchh your fuckin' head from your neck. word
Up it's 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 we're 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 you'll never breath again
I rhyme without ability to reason, niggas is guilty of treason
Who's 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 i'm sleepin'
I'm 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 i'm 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 wouldn't wish for no damn lifesavers
I'd 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 9's 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 that's what we got for them
Niggas. yo lets get on it get off it. l.o.d. we won't 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 it's on

y'all mythological niggaz is comical
The astronomical is comin through like the flu bombin you
And embalmin in your crew too
With the musical mystical magical, you know how i do
With word attack skills and vocabulary too
My rendition of this edition is all brand new
You're through, i'm inter-planetarian like doctor who (who who?)
So who! (who?)
Born to get tripped on, word is bond
I'm kickin rhymes til the a.m. vultures swarm
Not quincy but i'm back on the block and not sellin crack
I'm comin in with the fat funk flows and tracks
So what you sayin black, with all that yackedy yack
My artifacts can't be beat with bats
I'm sayin, i eat up everthing up on the menu
And bend you and send you swayin, to be continued...
The most beautifullest thing in this world, is just like that!!!
I get enya
(repeat 4x)
Spur of the moment opponents are suspects
Caught up in precipitation reign of the tech/niques
I speak my concepts freak
The ich-ni-son-shi funk figures of speech
Now that shit is in the open, i'm open, tokin, scopin
Waitin for the next nigga to get opened on
And break him down like a organic compound
That's the weight of the world as the earth goes round
Now, how the fuck you sound?
I represent my clique, microphone pound
You better pack your leather, dope, or medication for the shakin
Meditation from the earth-to-quakin shit that we be bakin
Never fakin i gets down for my crown clown
Shakin the membrane of encyclopedia brown
Freakin the funk in any throwdown
While listening to the sounds, of enya...
The most beautifullest thing in this world, is just like that!!
I get enya
(repeat 4x)
I comes down breakin ground
So back up offa me and sit yo' ass down
Now when i'm on the microphone i roam through zones
But don't be tryin this shit at home
No matter what race creed colour him or her
I comes sweeter than jeru, and damage an amateur
As chronical facial disorders occur
I'll assassinate your character's caliber
I channel my anger, from the double edged banger (banger!)
And turn into the microphone strangler
Stop tryin to see where your eyes can't follow
Say goodnight to the world and goodbye to tomorrow
You rave and cuss so it's a must ya get bust
We're not to be fucked with, toys ain't us
For eternity, through infinity
I eternally, get enya...
The most beautifullest thing in this world, is just like that!!
I get enya
(repeat 4x)
What you folks want? yeah
We got the funk so come on down
What you folks want? yeah
We got the funk so come on down
What you folks want?
We got the funk so come on down...