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Keith Murray
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Take it to the Streetz
Lyricist:G Belin, Gerald Delin, Ron Joseph, Keith Murray, Erick S. Sermon
[Incomprehensible], you better recognize what Snatch your fuckin' head from your neck, word up It's the cold blooded sin, strictly 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
Yo check it, I feel the vibe like Shanet Collaborate on niggas brains and bend you ass like a Sinse' My death sentence 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 intelligents 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 architect 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
With punk ass niggas, we got beef so L.O.D. about to take it to the streets On the mic we definitely got beats so L.O.D. about to take it to the streets
Roy Jay go the wickedest, mystic, majestic flow From a homicidal clique, yo E make that psychopathic 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
And conduct like [Incomprehensible]with electrofying words I freak to them suicidal tracks, break backs Niggas scarred fakin', fuckin' heart attacks Ooh, when I'm comin' through the crowd Niggas want static, yo, I got the gun, pazoow, wizoow, word up
I got the slaughter for your brains Drive you insane, fuck that shit
The moderation incobation of my creation Is instantaneously 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 speech vigilante from the L.O.D.
Gets funky freakly and freaky fluently And deep as Greek mythology on level Z There's 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 hideous Psychosis bloodiest flow decitious I'm 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 question and no second guessin'
Yo, 40 dreams and blunts for witches Yeah, that's what we got for them niggas Yo, let's get on it and get off it, L.O.D. we won't forfeit 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
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