[Keith Murray]
I'm talking to you n***as on the north, south, east and west
f** with Mally G and get a hole in your chest
I'm dropping enthusiastic metaphoric-type lines
The baddest n***a to ever come out of from the crib and rhyme
Rappers fall prey to my deep meditation
As I break their a** up like abbreviation
I stepped to the microphone and shouted
Girls, who's got it
Can kiss my a** and make a love song about it
[50 Grand]
I'm off the wall from every phrase that's said
I black the f** out, hunting rapper, like the Pumpkinhead
I come from the deep side, with Def squad in the basement
My style's been on d**hwatch, like suicide patients
Cause 50 Grand sparks the illest level
With the sickest craft
I contact more sk**s then the devil
Soon as Rock makes the ingredients
Blend baking rappers in the oven like little Ginger Bread Men
[Jamal]
Def squad representin'
Get's no rougher then this
Lyricist
k**a scene with the guillotine
Showing them execution rap style from juvenile
Across the border with alphabetical disorder
In slaughter
Increasing pain
Insane, deranged
Motherf**er, blowing their brain on different terrains
I take a fake a** n***a and toast his a**
And leave him numb, like multiple sclerosis
Blam
[Kel-Vicious]
I'll be that funky, psycho, lyrical maniac
I run around crazy
Their huffing and their puffin' could never faze me
Cause I'll be, Kel-Vicious
I get lifted pay per view
Read my guide though
Hot damn, the funk is homicidal
Now, who died
Looking at me
I ain't nobody
I'm just that little n***a who'll be f**ing up the party
I will snuff the DJ, my lifestyle is grim
And n***as get blasted in the mix like phlegm
Check it
[Hook: repeat 8X]
Genetic for terror
[Kel-Vicious]
Don't ever cross
My style is rougher then up north
And I'll never take a loss
Kel stay on course
I've been living off the raw dog sh**
Type of more-and-more sh**
A lot of MCs lost it
I'm here to terrorize the hardcore in the underground
n***as back down or you'll get smacked down
On the real
This n***a's a motherf**in' trooper
I sleep with the Luga
And blast at intruders
[50 Grand]
I walked the streets manic-depressed
You can't f** with my steps
I swing stab wounds to your chest
To put your a** in deep check
So who's trying to see, Legion Of Doom, Def Squad
Leave n***as restin' in peace, like a motherf**in' graveyard
I'll split your cranium
Take your bullsh** agenda
Twist you head off, like Dr. Mindbender
Who's the suspect, dressed in black
Legion Of Doom
Down for whatever
Bringin' the Genetic For Terror
[Keith Murray]
Before I even fix my lips to speak, you know what I'm gonna say
Something freaky
With much word play
I walk the face of this Earth
Playin' punk p**y motherf**as out for what it's worth
Buckwild like juveniles done blew trial
Lockin up with rappers, Roman-Greeco wrestlin' style
Plus, there's no such thing as Murray gettin touched
Girls jumpin my flow, like double dutch
[Jamal]
I leave 'em lost, in between resurrection
And Judgment Day is where that punk n***a lay
And it's deeper then you think
And furthermore and whole lot n***as gon' stink
f**ing with this, funkabis, n***a from the mist
Motherf**as motionless stiff from paralysis
The Def Squad emcees, PPP
Full of structural abnormalities
And we attack invariably
Diss your permanent disabilities
I Icecapade like Peggy Fleming over funk beats
And lock down the streets