Yo, Troy, turn me up so I can conduct the disco inferno   Oklahoma aroma, uh   I smell the roof on fire without Parliament   Just Def Squad shit, dig it      Rhymes, I bust be like liquid swords   You abandon ship, real niggas stay aboard, word   I'm flexin', hittin' you in the mid-section   Drop for protection, cuttin' you clean like a 'C' section      I puts it down in my field, I sport a vest   No need for a Brooke Shield   Kneel E, an African boy with charisma   A lyrical giant bigger than Lane Bryant      I'm Super rhymes be Twilight Zone   Warp speed true indeed   Don't forget, boy, I'm still hittin' switches   In my Lexus truck, flaggin' down ugly bitches, word up      Erick Sermon ya'll yeah, yeah   Def Squad ya'll   Flipmode Squad for ya'll      Excitement, my lights be shinin' on niggas   Hit with more enlightenment, yo   The major difference is in many different instances   You could not go the distances      From drinkin' too much Guinesses   Now look at all the witnesses, huh   I told you one thing for sure   When I get down son, I keep it pure      Break the law from here to Arkansas   Focus, I be the mostest, the dopest   Rhyme flow bounce atrocious   Bag of weed, my niggas smoke this, shit      I be stacking in jams, while I be packin' in what's happening   I'm charged with interstate rhyme and trafficking   Rhyme callisthenics will make you see the the Medic   Shit will break you down in order from A to Z like the alphabetics      Yo, yo, just go there practice, the fact is you do not listen   You go get slapped up with a cactus   Ass backwards, fart on mothafuckas just like BDP   I'm fresh for 9-6 you suckas      Yeah, yeah, yeah, Keith Murray now   Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Busta Rhymes   Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah   Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah      Now if you know the words then you can surely rap along   Go against the grain and surely get stomped strong   My squad is too high to get over, L.O. is too low to go under   I'll rain on your brain and give you visions of thunder      See everybody loves Keith Murray 'cause I'm on the top   But I know ain't nobody fuckin' with me if I ever drop   It's all about the bread   Spread taught to me by E and Red      Fuck them niggas talkin' out the side of their head   Different day, same shit, I heard a dope beat   But if E didn't do it then you know I can't fuck with it   Here's something that you all can understand      Fuck you coming from the fuck you man   Livin' in drama comma   Trauma bubbling like lava   On site bomber to all wack rhymers      And if you ain't tough don't wear my logo   And if you ain't fly you can't play with my yo-yo   'Cause who's pockets is fattest matters   I'll serve famous Keith Murray's beef curries   Scattered rappers on platters      For tryin', get at us knowing we the baddest   With major operation, mental observation status   I used to love her then I got some common sense   And now it ain't funny, the bitch better have my money, word up      Lace the chronic with the bomb-bah, hash the tye   Blaze 'em up one time for my partner in crime   Who can I on my hip, why? 'Cause niggas trip   Pull a burner, all you know is a murder occurred      A curb server wanna be swerver baller   Got dome call hauled to the mortician for silly ambitions   I'm nice and precise, hard like rock   You shook like dice and pop like glock      All my shit knock the shelves, yo, yo   Witness this nigga ro, trigga flow, digga ho   Niggas ass out, passed out, excessively   Fuckin' with this manic-depression will be the lesson of your life      Spoiled rotten and plottin' and double shottin'   Packin' always rapping but smacking a lot of action   I am the in house smelling like contraband   In demand, your mic in hand, seriously as a man run it      Ay yo, watch these 5 niggas stand up in the triple pod   Circle back to back, scoping all angles   Why does hip-hop circumference start gettin' tangled?   They drop 1 by 1 in the dark, gettin' strangled      I come fresher than Summer's Eve please   Squeeze your wack-ass amphetamine rhyme drug-related   I'll make sure your loot and your wife and kids are confiscated   The lawnmower Red do damage to circuit breakers      Go ahead and hype them niggas up, let 'em go   Just a blow from the invincible will show 'em I'm original   Freeze, I'm like Baskin and Robbin, I'm robbing Haagen-Dazs   And the whole Hit Squad target, ain't nobody fuckin' with me      The potency that I blow from my mouth   Will no doubt would choke Jesus   Travelin' around the world with no Visas or American Express   Just Jamerican excess, ha, can I impose on your cipher?      Been rippin' shows since your moms was foldin' your diaper   Niggas see me up top dolo daily, catch ease 600 V   On the mobile trailin' back to A.T.L.   To swell some more heads with that Long Island sound      That be thicker than cornbreads, money   Jersey tales from from the hood without Sonny   And I know a lot of niggas want me   That's why my blade keep me company   Slice your neck, stick my arm down your throat   Rip out your artichoke