If heads only knew!      I make music of murder and mayhem 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 but peace to Queens   (Don't sleep)      I hollar, 'Allah U Akbar', my peeps hold me down   In the roughest pair of Timbs that ever touched the ground   Huh, how's about a broken jaw   It's Keith Murray and I'm comin' in with the raw metaphors      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      Rock, rock on      Original rules, original rules, original rules   Original rules, original rules, original rules      Now here 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 incarcerated      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      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      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      Pump the new smash platinum single the thug star spangled banner   Illustratin' grammar 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      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