Artist: Keith Murray w/ Erick Sermon, Busta Rhymes, Jamal, and Redman Album: Enigma Song: Yeah Typed by: OHHLA.com Verse One: Erick Sermon Yo Troy, turn me up so I can conductthe disco inferno Oklahoma aroma (uh) I smell the roof on fire without Parliament just Def Squad shit, dig it Rhymes I 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 Su-per rhymes be twilight zone warp speed true indeed Don't forget boy I'm still hittin' swithes In my Lexus truck, flaggin' down ugly bitches (word up) Verse Two: Busta Rhymes Erick Sermon ya'll yeah, yeah, yeah. Def Squad ya'll yeah, yeah, yeah. Flipmode Squad ya'll yeah, yeah, yeah. Excitement, my lights be shinin' on niggas. Hit with more enlightment (yo). The major difference is in many different instances. you drinkin' too much Guinesses. Now look at all the witnesses (huh). I told you one thing for sure. When I gets down son, I keep it raw. 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 and trafficking. Rhyme calisthetics will make you see the the Medic. Shit will break you down in order for to make M.C.'s like the alphabetics. Yo, yo just go there practice. The fact is you do not listen. You go ahead and get slapped up with a cactus. Ass backwards, fart on mothafuckas just like BDP. I'm fresh for 9-6 you suckas. Keith Murray now. Verse Three: Keith Murray Yeah, yeah, yeah (Word up). Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Busta Rhymes. 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.D. 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 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. Now it ain't funny, the bitch better have my money (word up). Verse Four: Jamal Lace the chronic with the bomb-bah. Hash the tye, blaze 'em up 1 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 occured. A curb swerver wana be server/ baller. Got dome call hauled to the mortician for silly ambitious. I'm nice and precise, hard like rock. You shook like dice and pop like glock. Amy shit knock the shelves (yo, yo). Witness this nigga ro, trigga flow, digga ho. Niggas ass out, passout, excessively. Fuckin' with this manic-depressive 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 in the house smelling like contra-band. I demand your mic in hand, seriously as a man run it. Verse Five: Redman Ay yo, watch these 5 niggas stand up in 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 choke Jeeesus. Travelin' around the world with no Visas or American Express. Just Jamaican 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. Swell some more heads with that Long Island sound. That be thicker than cornbread (money). Jersey tales from from the hood without Sonnny. And I know niggas want me. That's why my blade keep me company. Slice your neck, stick my arm down your throat. Rip out your artichoke.