intro:
if heads only knew!

verse 1:
i make music of murder and mayhhem for all of them
and murder ballads for sweet chariots
my second return like a unstoppable bullet
with wings my ears ring your name when you speak of me in vein
enter the center like a big bread winner
so l.o.d. can eat that ass up for dinner
i come with high potent deadly quotin´
avenue corrodin´ street life shit to get you open
niggas pullin´ stunts like jackie chan
not knowin´ that they fuckin´ with the demolition man
i´m seen on screens and magazines
pump, pump (don´t sleep) but peace to queens
i hollar allah u akhbar my peeps hold me down
in the roughest pair of timbs that ever touched the ground
huhh hows about a broken jaw
it´s keith murray and i´m comin´ in with the raw metaphors

hook:
when i´m alone in my room
sometimes i stare at the wall
and in the back of my mind
i hear my conscience call
keith murray

redman:
rock, rock on

keith murray:
original rules, original rules, original rules x2

verse 2:
now heere we go again soundin´ crazy but it´s contagious
the sickest entertainer puttin´ your brain though strainers
we smokes the choc´, don´t be afraid of the dark
mentals get hit brain cells spark
pappers swear they got the dopest jam on the shelf
but they don´t believe that shit they own goddamn self
last year i was underrated but i stay dedicated
i´m so dedicated i close my eyes i´m incarerated
niggas was amazed at the shit you was kickin´
but all you did was adobo the chicken
i"m taking over like the psychic network
i got the drop on all you niggas out there claimin´ that you do dirt
but the truth hurts and it kills you to listen
like the sound of hollow point tip bullets whistlin´
every little breath you take
every little gesture you make
every little jack you fake
i be the expert mic gladiator
pop shit on records i´ll cut your fingers off later

hook x2

verse 3:
pump the new smash platium single the thug star spangled banner
illustratin´ grammer in a hostile manner
texas chainsaw cuts hard to the core
makin´ sure they don´t try to battle me no more
you seem to believe all you need is a rhyme and a dream
to defeat the all time great microphone supreme
but wake up cuz you playin´ with the game of death
i´ll smoke your body ashes in a blunt and leave no evidence left
straight ashes ashes, dust to dust
i got you in my clutch there´s nothing further more to discuss
and it´s scary though when the eeriest voice on the radio
is in your hometown doin´ the show
with the technique that i´m usin´ choosin´
abusin´
got more flow than d´angelo crusin´
with poisonous venom oh my god i get in em´
turn ´em out give ´em something good to talk about

hook