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[Keith Murray]<br>Yo - now when you hear the name Keith Murray don`t think violence<br>That`s nonsense, me and Meth, put that to silence<br>I`m a product of the streets master of the breaks and beats<br>Lyrically headstrong and can`t be beat<br>Triple-minded mentally-combineded underground pirate<br>Microphone tyrant, always comin sideways<br>and topsy turvy, lyrical crash-up derby<br>Come, Filthy McNasty, pretty gritty dirty (uh-huh)<br>Lyrical sayin MC slayin, "Hip Hop Quotable"<br>Unquotable sociable thirty-eight caliber style swayin<br>Open your mind to visualize what I`m sayin<br>The products of the streets don`t be playin<br>It`s a bloody ambush like a dirty douche in ya tush<br>when I push push up in ya bush<br>Superstar status, break off beats the baddest<br>Style`s the baddest, bring extra clips to stop the madness<br><br>[Chorus: Erick Sermon]<br>Yo, we in the place - now what`s up?<br>DJ pick up the pace - now what`s up?<br>Gyrate, feel the bass - now what`s up?<br>What the deal, huh - now what`s up?<br><br>[Erick Sermon]<br>Aiyyo we ain`t playin fair no more, there`s somethin new in store<br>A +Hot Boy+ but not from the _504_<br>New technique to rock the mic, uh<br>Lyrical "Blade" sharp like Wesley and N`Bushe Wright<br>Soundbombin - could be a catastrophe, uh<br>When NASA blast off, Flex blast off me<br>E-vincible, rap round your left ventricle<br>So let`s be sensible<br>E tempermental, quick to dismember you<br>Wyclef that "November" you<br>They wish they can do (uh) what I can do<br>If you could switch brains you would, wouldn`t you?<br>My style is Mike, Vince, Earvin<br>Jordan, Carter, Julius, servin<br>MC`s at will I`m trickery, Lou ain`t stickin me<br>A curveball, Mark ain`t hittin me<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Redman]<br>Yo, rapid gunfire destroy ya boys and unemploy some<br>Put the headphones on your kid like Castor Troy`s son<br>Darts`ll damage ya dogs, where the U-Haul in my truck<br>The camera installed, hand upon my balls<br>Call the morgue I`m killin `em<br>Even Kyle is not feelin `em when I drill `em with skills of ten Eminems<br>You feminine, don`t even call my name<br>I stay locked down walkin with a ball and chain<br>Put the mac where you tongue at, I don`t that<br>These young cats`ll get thumbtacked and sent where Big Pun at<br>Smoke so much the doc asked where my lung at<br>I took it out to stash my gun, son run that<br>Pop mega shit, I pop mega clips<br>Fuck a system, I keep the heat where your Sega sit<br>Then I bang the controller, `til the game say over<br>In the Bricks we`ll stick ya when ya plane lays over<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Sy Scott]<br>Yo, y`all know me<br>Maniacs and addicts add it, at it<br>Venomous addict snakebiter, I the, at it<br>Cause I`m a little odder, at it<br>In the Ac` with the aircraft and then leave inactive<br>My, alter-ego make niggaz alter their egos<br>I flow and turn the East coast to one big creep show<br>South premisy, Filthy-delphia pistol bangers<br>Pistol changin, pistol bangin<br>I lift metal like Lithuanians<br>Two-thousand nail me Sy Scott rap`s new insanian<br>It`s humane punish ya mayn<br>`til no skeletal remains remain remain mainly main<br>to bitten manmade disease that`s made by man<br>Crackin the DNA code to see how God made man<br>I storm the mainland, scare MC`s like slavehands<br>Put microchips in they wristbands and make `em raindance<br>Lay hands like Mike Strahand<br>Puttin ya face and hands in Ace bands<br>Tryin to lift more than ya waistband<br>I travel every shinin sea, sea and land<br>to finally see when niggaz land<br>In the error era wherever, forever no error<br>Easily cut niggaz careers down like ever<br>Ever forever and ever, don`t you ever<br>fuck with Sy, Khi and Erick when we come together, what?