The Most Beautifullest Thing In This World

Intro:
It's goona be that, it's gonna be that shit

Hook:
Lounge homeboy you in the danger zone (x8)

Verse 1:
Keith murray is this mic phychosis
I break your best rappers off thousands of pieces
I'm on some other shit splittin' wigs with my penmanship
Kick flows harder then the music so feel in your head and chest
And pass it to the next
They gave me 5 mic checks and all due respect
So please fill it up and check the anitfreeze
Cause this nigga keith drop mad degrees
I launch tomahawk missles when i talk with permiscuesus
Intelligence like mr. romp
From new york unto the world over
I walk mc's like jesus walked on water
As my airy frequency reigns through the galaxy
I easily gets busy and takes 3
I'm the nicest mc on this side of the pennisula
Stuck in the perimeter like a ninja

Hook

Verse 2:
The def squad mc's is shittin' on your new transmitters
Not quiters now forgetters
Runnin' deep like rivers (word 'em up) what is
My delivers, which is, givin' crews the shivers
I'm like a mad scientist with this son
I concock some shit that'll bust the sun
I got the stunky funky illest funk flow
For the glamorous scandalous world of radio
So how you want? headcreads or ceelo?
I gets root deep like cavity cretes
Rockin' motherfuckers directly to sleep
A tybarrious rebel without a pause for the cause
And no claws the style is the son of noise
Peace to the hardcore the outlaw raw
Bug youngblood thugs, strong as ? 64 ounce jugs
In the realms of the danger

Hook

Verse 3:
Bust the contrast and how i forecast
Supersonic hyperphonic goin' on that ass paragraph
With the million dollar bionic metaphoric lyrical math
Generating off the chronic
By cooling in the dark path and the drug rath of the ath
And the ill shit that i craft
It's labeled as sick logic to the critics of the didicks
But they don't know the half of the half
The apperatus status of a maddisist
I conqure up a new style puffin' ganja, over the hook
Causin' more trama with my mouth then the stealth bomber
Killing every style in the book
Like it's goin' outta style tomorrow
My style is coming from down south and cross yonder
I drop the dope shit for masses and non-believers
Like spiral passes to butter finger wide recievers
As my photo type sound gays leis and hoes my style probe
To the farthest reaches of the globe
Payin' dues got me cockin' tools, you fuckin' fools
I'm rippin' crew and no exception to the the god damn rules
This is danger

Hook

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)

Intro: redman

Huahhhhh!
Ha ha, ayyaah, owww owww
Funked out, word is bond, word is bond
Then you ayyyayyyah ha
In the mother, in the motherfuckin house
With a dick in your mouth
Word is bond, word is bond

Verse one: erick sermon

I freak a technique goin way back like just-ice
And don't think twice because i'm nice
I come from the mothership unknown to man
With a blunt in my hand, a mic in the other hand
God damn i slam i jam like this
Sure nuff, my rap style is cold crush
And plus, i tears the roof off the mothersucker
My brother, fly shit that makes stevie wonder
Heyyyy, who can it be now watch out
It's the e live in 3-d with keith and r-e-d
I gets down for my troops
And i ahh... get-it get-it get-it like luke
For those, who don't believe my skills get these
I got mad expertise, for all you duck mc's
I'm funky like g thing my nigga
I wanna know who's up in here, before i pull the trigger

[is new york up in here? hell yeah
Is def squad up in here? hell yeah
Is nj up in here? hell yeah
The green beret's up in here! hell yeah]

Verse two: redman

Verbally, i sew the brains up like trapper
John m.d. got nine millis made of lacquer
Count dracula, back with the, tow-truck with the
Get biz like mark fuel-injected like maximus
My style sicker than an aids victim drinkin forty-five malt liquors
I roll the spliff up
The underground, slam, shock like shazam
Check my jams get def when i kick methods like man
Computerized robocop sounds i drop in sequence
Funky to death so ask that old bitch where the beef went
When i do em, i glue em, stick em like patrick ewing
My shit bumps like puerto rican people moved in
Next door, i get raw with the grrrahhhh!
Call four-one-one cause i'm ghetto red hot
Bo bo bo! funk doctor spock catch a bruisin
My style gets respect fifty muslims
You hang on strings like loose ends, with my hands on the nine
Watch yo nugget bitch, i get busy with mines

[how's that? (cause i gets busy with mines)
How's that? (cause i gets busy with mines)
How's that? (cause i gets busy with mines)
How's that? (cause i gets busy with mines
It's keith murray)]

Verse three: keith murray

I come rollin in when i see that low flow
Heckuva foe, heard a gun and settled for a metaphor
I'm naive between the sleeves of the sheets
Murderin, who should ever try to fuck with me
Murray word is bond gets it on
And ready to blow any nigga out the cypher of the sniper hype at dawn
Long live def to the squad
And we smokin everybody out there, shit it ain't that hard
I brings classic drama microphone enbalmer
Have your momma beg behind bars for your kidneys tomorrow
My murderous apprentice e dub
Makes hard funk beats that i become part of
When i be like a-e-i-o-u or battle
Niggaz be like who who who who who like night owls
The most beautifullest thing in this world
Is i shitted, and y'all was with it dig it

Intro:
Ha ha ha def squads in the house. one more time. hostile word up. keith
Murray representin' ?. yeah

Verse 1:
Keith murray gets busy most beautifully
Got hostile with e.d. in 93
Yo it's a small small world out there so prepare and beware
Because i'm coming out rougher this yeah ah yeah
Now you know i don't care
With a hardrock funk style that's pretty much out there (word up)
With the wickedest episodes on the globe
With my patterns are murderous poetry unfold
My vocabilation is out of your imagination
(we slam like onyx on your radio station)
I'm internationally known from the east to the west coast
I like hot butter on my breakfast toast
Why chase the bass of the base of my face
When you know what kind of bitch you are in the first place
I bust phat rap caps miraculously
Come across me for a little something for everybody
You're all in the mustard and can't ketchup
I wreck up like a tech up so go get a check up

Hook:
I dip dip di your face in the place
I dip dip di in your face...and brings the drama like jason (x2)

Verse 2:
The one and only philly blunt king murray
Apostrophy keith chief of the phontom leaf
I takes it to the streets over raggady ruff beats
And i turns beef into minks meat
Now who wanna test? compound or stress?
Yes i'll hurt that chest just like a vest never the less
I still writes like a mad journalist
In the heart of the funk of this who is this?
Drainin' your brain you can't maintain
Please keith come back kiss away the pain
With bloody murder you never heard of
Click like the def squad comin' more ubsurder
I cert a, for the way i hurt a and murder (yeah)
Tracks way before the hard hit of cracks
Way before the gotti and the angles fought backs
Yeah i brung drama like jason

Hook

Verse 3:
And we be blowin' up the spot like nitroglycerin
For those who be listenin' i be rolling like perellies on michellins
Simpleton, i gets retarded like bart simpson
Vicous and superstitious hit you with snitchy stitches
There will be repentance when i cast my sentence
I bite with a vengence, you can tell in every fuckin' sentence
That i'm finestly cruel with ink in my think tank
Remember the current with my memory bank
Point blank i'm ranked number one (yes my son)
So eat a dick up...and hiccup

[erick sermon]
Uh-huh
Yeah
One two, one two
Smokin blunts
Mad dog 20/20
We gonna get funky

[keith murray]
I grab the forty rip off the skirt
Guzzle it, grab the mic and come out the woodworks
When shit's thick and no time to think
Keith murray gets busy off a basic instinct
I puff a l and drink some liquor
Sit down and write a jam that receive the muhfuckin sticker
As god as my witness, with the sickness
Of a cannibalist cannibus i floats like a cumulus
My perpetual rebel intellectual
Won't catch a bad experience, with hallucinogenic either
I float simply with the canibus setiva
As my speech fall deep as in the scriptures
And graphic opponents like picasso paint in pictures
If my eyes ain't red, it's all in my head
Once said by a ph.d med
Legalize and i'll advertise, cuz

*chorus*

[yeah] ("i... get lifted")
[roll a phillie and get]
[roll a ziggy and get] ("fire up this funk")
[yeah, like that y'all/yeah word up] ("i... get lifted")
[roll/puff the phillie and get]
[roll/puff the ziggy and get] ("fire up this funk, fire up this funk")

This the real deal not a publicity stunt
I gets high like if the man in the movie puffin blunts
But verily barely merrily is it dope or the dream
Step into my chain izm intervene the smokescreen
I captivate it then cultivate it, jealous of my desire
Smoke it down to the fire, anything to get a little higher
I've been to college but to be truthfully frank
Weed is knowledge, cause it makes me think
I pick anatomy and hem reality like jah
Rastas read the bible, after puffin sensimillia
And the seeds it gets me high to fly, i ain't bullshittin
You can ask bill clinton, he could verify that

*chorus*

Step into this intersection and take this rap
I got a vicious plot but first take me by the weed spot
I do this for my niggaz locked down runnin capers
Smokin herb, and the bible papers
But how does it feel when you got no fire?
And kyant pass fi dutchie pon de leffhand side
What the fuck? who the fuck wanna fuck
With the six shot shooter, i murder you over buddha
What i discuss'll bust a rhyme style nucleus
And roast them ghostes, puffin hocus pocus
So kid, pass that bomb trom word bond
So i can toke it with more wins than a python
Different strokes for different folks
He like the chocolate thai
You like to float with the green skunky smoke
Roll up a fat one and pass it around
Laid back hypnotized to the funky sound, word

*chorus 2x*

"yo man, what's that guy's name, the green eyed bandit?
He worked with redman, redman, whatever the fuck his name is..."