Erick Sermon - Call My Name lyrics

Intro: Dr. Trevis Ha, ha, ha. This is Dr. Trevis, coming to you live In this motherf**er, Keith Murray. L.O.D From the city n***as, 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, f**in with my speech Makin me do his dirty work Makin n***as k** 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 motherf**in 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 (b**h) n***as 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 n***as will get done in Verse Two: keith Murray My Squad comes in all shapes, sizes and colors All you n***as 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 n***a I take it to the extreme, and overk** like Dramamine Y'all n***as is sweet like jellybeans Plus I knew your punk a** was soft I see you in the street, you try to talk my f**in 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 sh** like jelly After the surgeoun is finished stitchin up that belly n***as 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 b**h a** n***as tried to catch me for my self I licked nine shots and jetted off in my Stealth Chorus