Enigma

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.

Intro: dr. trevis

Ha, ha, ha. this is dr. trevis, coming to you live
In this motherfucker, keith murray. l.o.d.
From the city niggaz, ha ha ha...

Verse one: keith murray

Keith murray's still coming from the north, south, east, west (yes)
Obsesssed with my success will make me crack your treasure chest (yes)
Hot tales of terror slip from my lip clearer
Slip up the l.o.d. will be behind you in the mirror
I make mc's go from regular to fantasize
Realize my squad be categorized
I think the devil's in this beat, fuckin with my speech
Makin me do his dirty work
Makin niggaz kill each other on the streets
Mo murder, mo murder
Make no mistake, baby l.o.d. traditional
Don't make me have to come lookin for you
So, see what i'm sayin and watch your mouth
Cause my motherfuckin squad hits the streets like a blackout
What is exactly real? what is represent?
I see mc's down and get in my last hits (bitch)
Niggaz be around like "yeah"
That's what you get for jumping in the ring with a bear

Chorus: repeat 2x

Call my name and i'll come runnin, gunnin
All ya'll bummin niggaz will get done in

Verse two: keith murray

My squad comes in all shapes, sizes and colors
All you niggaz seem to hate us but your baby's mothers love us
I'm the grand royal, hard to wear and tear
Rap specimen, pissin on all you mere peasants
With virtuality, poetry i successfully
Bring crews agony in virtual reality
See, first i puzzle your brain like the riddler
Then, i catch you in the gut like jack the ripper
I'm the hot mustard dipper, money getter, mic gripper
Wack mc get rid of nigga
I take it to the extreme, and overkill like dramamine
Y'all niggaz is sweet like jellybeans
Plus i knew your punk ass was soft
I see you in the street, you try to talk my fuckin ear off
I'm the high wrecka, mic checka
Wilin out like red hot chili peppers

Chorus

Verse three: keith murray

I got def-ly breath control, with sick vocabulary making mc's nervous.
Boy i'll do you plenty
Which mc is in my category, if any, not many
See you thought like nellie, now you shit like jelly
After the surgeoun is finished stitchin up that belly
Niggaz want to get ill, i'll take it to stainless steel
And show em how it feel
You laugin at keith? you're crying at yourself
Cause beef with keith is bad for your health
Them bitch ass niggaz tried to catch me for my self
I licked nine shots and jetted off in my stealth

Chorus

Verse 1

Now for next to little or nothin' i be rippin' up every function
With scientifical mad man consumptions
With mass productions of mass conjunctions
I display new ways of mc destruction
'cause ain't nothin' better than the shit i got
Makin' niggas jump off the roof and roof-tops
I put the hip in hop and the don't in stop and the clips in glocks
When i rock box your block
My hypothesis on this is you niggas better come in terms of my vocabulary quick
Or get dissed
My brain bleeds mental complex feeds
Bring it on kid i got exactly what you need
Twisted metaphors to get your shit in star wars
Live forever like bob marley just because
The mad matador metaphor rips the hard core
For him and his them and theirs you and yours

Chorus:

And it beez like that sometimes
Cause i can't control the rhyme
I said it beez like that sometimes
Cause i can't control the rhyme
I keep it jiggy jiggy jiggy jiggy
We keep it be wiggy wiggy wiggy wiggy
Cause it be jiggy jiggy jiggy jiggy
And it be wiggy wiggy wiggy wiggy

Verse 2:

The most beautifullest vocabulist
Punches phony mc's dead in their esophogaus
My analysis is roughly calloused
You better practice if you want to challenge this
I'm symbolic to the sun moon and stars
You gettin' knocked out the box no matter who you are
The funk phat tracks lures you to listen
As my vocals send your brain up in the fetal position
Learn a quick lesson of mic aggression
So when i walk down the street there'll be no second guessing
Now you can walk the walk talk the talk
Back burnin' all day but your still fireproof like an ashtray
I'm a scientist in the mix like plyx
Turnin' all you fly emcees back into maggots
Non prop soil watch me bubble and spoil
Punch you grand royal as you foam like boil

Chorus

Verse 3:

I played the many thousand roles of street life
Showed whodini that the freaks come out in broad daylight
Me and my crew be tight like lavren and shirley
Rollin' through all ya'lls hoods pullin all ya'lls fly girlies
Emcee's always bitch, that makes my style all hard
I role with nobody but god and the squad
Me and my troops we knock the shit out the sides of dudes
Lettin the oj juice loose on phat tracks e-d produced

Chorus

Intro:
Yo, i seen them motherfuckers out in the street
Them pussy asses
(man, fuck them niggas anyway)
Hood rats and those fat, rolly polly punks

Keith murray:
Yo kel (what up?) yo answer this question
Why are we the nicest in this fuckin' profession?

Kel-vicious:
Yo, it's um, simple philosophy
Doe, ray, me, fa, so, love l.o.d. (yeah, yeah)
Aye yo 50, (what's up?) answer this question (what's that?)
Why are you the best in your profession?

50 grand:
Now when i'm creepin' on a bitch m.c.
Doe, ray, me, fa, so, love l.o.d.
Keith murray (yo, what's up 50?) answer the question? (what's that?)
Why are you be the sickest in this profession?

Keith murray:
I been all around the world hearing the wack m.c.'s
It's doe, ray, me, fa, so, love l.o.d.
(aye yo) ask yourself the very same question
Why are we the wickedest in this profession?

50 grand:
I'm breaking back with def squad constantly
Doe, ray, me, fa, so, love l.o.d.
Any nigga want to step, get busy
Doe, ray, me, fa, so, love l.o.d.

Kel-vicious:
I be the bushwa freaker coming thourgh your speaker
My jams be getting stronger
While your shit be gettin' weaker
Now kel be playin' kids like the ny knicks
Taking it to your ass with these rhymes and shit
Cause kids contradict themselves when they be rhymning
Sounding like shit, off beat with no timing

50 grand:
Now soon as i touch the paper, see you later
I shut your lights off like a blackout
So hit the circuit breaker
I'm the worst trouble you ever had
Vocab like knife stabs
Comin' wild killin' in a paragrah
Holding niggas ransom, it runs in my blood
Maybe my grandson might be wild like charles manson

Keith murray:
I be the gimmie, the got ya
Been blastin' niggas way before the remix "i shot ya"
The proper hip hopper, fading em in the palladium
And bustin' each and every nigga, bubble in the tunnel
After the sunshine comes the rain
Hold up, wiat a minute, let me back up and just explain

Hook:
I been all around the world
What battle me?
Take this autograph home and give it to your family
All i hear is booty stinkin' ass wack m.c.'s
Stricly doe, ray, me, fa, so, love l.o.d.

50 grand:
Nigga your life means nothing to me, challenge l.o.d.
The average nigga style sucks like a hickey
50 g, the m.c.'s brain buster, mic crusher
Dirty money quicker picke upper, crew duster
Now that l.o.d.'s up in this motherfucker
Leave a known rapper with broken english
Like smooth da hustler

Keith murray:
Some thing make a nigga laugh, make his ass cry
He rolled a seven
I bet it all he turned around and rolled snake eyes
My thinking cap is bigger htan a fuckin' sade's
Stay all-terrain, rainin' on all parades
The street is my bed and the corner is my pillow
I'll kill your fuckin' ass and for your crew i'll do ditto

Kel-vicious:
I'll leave a nigga dead, and stinkin' take his soul
Cha-boom, cha-boom fill him up with holes
Natural born killer, iller than the rest
(where you at?) east coast to west
I keep it real kid, i freak the flow until it's naked
Niggas get paniced and frantic and can't take it

Hook

Verse 1

Now for next to little or nothin' i be rippin' up every function
With scientifical mad man consumptions
With mass productions of mass conjunctions
I display new ways of mc destruction
'cause ain't nothin' better than the shit i got
Makin' niggas jump off the roof and roof-tops
I put the hip in hop and the don't in stop and the clips in glocks
When i rock box your block
My hypothesis on this is you niggas better come in terms of my vocabulary quick
Or get dissed
My brain bleeds mental complex feeds
Bring it on kid i got exactly what you need
Twisted metaphors to get your shit in star wars
Live forever like bob marley just because
The mad matador metaphor rips the hard core
For him and his them and theirs you and yours

Chorus:

And it beez like that sometimes
Cause i can't control the rhyme
I said it beez like that sometimes
Cause i can't control the rhyme
I keep it jiggy jiggy jiggy jiggy
We keep it be wiggy wiggy wiggy wiggy
Cause it be jiggy jiggy jiggy jiggy
And it be wiggy wiggy wiggy wiggy

Verse 2:

The most beautifullest vocabulist
Punches phony mc's dead in their esophogaus
My analysis is roughly calloused
You better practice if you want to challenge this
I'm symbolic to the sun moon and stars
You gettin' knocked out the box no matter who you are
The funk phat tracks lures you to listen
As my vocals send your brain up in the fetal position
Learn a quick lesson of mic aggression
So when i walk down the street there'll be no second guessing
Now you can walk the walk talk the talk
Back burnin' all day but your still fireproof like an ashtray
I'm a scientist in the mix like plyx
Turnin' all you fly emcees back into maggots
Non prop soil watch me bubble and spoil
Punch you grand royal as you foam like boil

Chorus

Verse 3:

I played the many thousand roles of street life
Showed whodini that the freaks come out in broad daylight
Me and my crew be tight like lavren and shirley
Rollin' through all ya'lls hoods pullin all ya'lls fly girlies
Emcee's always bitch, that makes my style all hard
I role with nobody but god and the squad
Me and my troops we knock the shit out the sides of dudes
Lettin the oj juice loose on phat tracks e-d produced

Chorus

To my man l.o.d., def squad
Hey yo, this goes out to my man
Adrissa "knockout" beauwright and anthony "apple" ames
Word is bond
I'm talking to my peoples all across the land
Relate to the situation at hand
I know everybody done been in some shit
And ready to lay niggas to rest
Just proove it but check it
We done did it, seen it, done it, been through it
Swigged it, guzzled it, copped it, smuggled it
Rocked it, chopped it, locked it
Now we got the whole neighbourhood going through it
Ay yo, money in the hood makes the game go good
We only rock black jeans, black timbs, and black hoods
Karl kani wasn't even out, dressing fly
Rocking jams is what it was all about
We had dreams of doing shit niggas never heard of
Then damn my partner got murdered

Chorus: (12)
(this goes out) to my mans

Hey yo, close the blinds when you cooking
My neighbours be looking
My nerves is shooken so fuck it i'm off to brooklyn
To my cousin with the devilish grin, devilish way of livin
But fuck it, he's still chillin
Adrissa "knockout" beuwright druck 40s all night
While i did the mic something right
Catching wreck or we was playing ball
Getting busy in any little hole in the wall y'all
Street soldiers with good heads on our shoulders
Wanted to go to school to be doctors and lawyers
Well i got caught up in the system with two ounces
Had to do a little time in the big houses
Before i even knew it i felt it
Ay yo, yo your cousin knockout got murdered, right?
Damn, that was my man

Ill keep holding on (2x)

I'm on the cutting edge cause i'm young and i'm black
Now i feel like i got a monkey on my back
But you know i'm stronger than that of course
I puff on el and stay mental just knockin em off
I'm just a bill on capitol hill
Listen to ym squad members
Then we go for the kill
As i smell the vapors linger
I saw jealousy bring the anger in the chest with a banger
I'm on a rage against the machin, what i mean
I want to see my people
With more than just first of the month cream
The situation's always looking grim
Pregnant teenagers with kids and can't take care of em
For them niggas who did it, word to life
I'm a get with ya
Peace to my peoples, i'll never forget ya

Chorus:
To my mans (2x)
I'll keep holdin on (4x)
To my mans

Intro:
Niggas can't hold me back
We ain't comin' for no bullshit
Niggas talking all that yackedy yack, word up

Verse 1:
Here's to mrl keith murray
The mr. pictionary
The mr. quicck to fuck shit up in a hurry
On the mic i'll squash you little ms. philosoophy
With atomic technological atrocity
I find it very ironic that niggas try to rhyme behind me
The supersonic def squad mc
Get bird's eye view
And don't miss the crispiest nigga in the nucleus
With futuristic linguistics
Ballistics be twisted like physics (word up)
Niggas be like how you come up wit this shit
But it's automatic, i'm inorganic
With the ability to travel nine planets
Niggas can't undrstand it, please
I spark the brain of your g's
We could battle for car keys and car titles
House deeds and bank accounts to make it final
I got what you need
The most homicidal words to co9me out of a human being
Mind state sick like idi amin

Hook:
You can do what ya got to
And say what you may
But niggas gonna come outside wit gun play anyway
So i play the game
And let the ball bounce where it may
And roll with def squad and l.o.d. everday x2

Verse 2:
Abracadabra talk shit i'll reach right out and grad ya
The hype got you like gimmy
Don't let it have ya
I'll knowck you skeezas pleasers black like jesus
Never lost in the jungle
Navigators with caesars
Instead dare iz a dark side said by red
I'm consciously, crusciously coming for your head
I'm from a small coast call stay out my path
And from a big city called foot up in your ass
Jeepers, weepers, peepers get snuffed
By the sneakiest, throughout the speakers
Like fist to cuffs
Who the fuck is this paging me?
Oh, it's my creepy, greepy, grimy
Rough rhyme, crimy reggie, i'm saying
Fuckwho, went where, when, why and how
Get my shit to me not now but right now
Lucky niggas went platinum
Thinkin' they can see us
We swoop down on crews
Like angels on dust
I'll leave you mental so broke
You can't pay attention
When i get inside your head
And take your brain to another dimension
I'm itching for a scratch
And somebody to try to match
The battle cat constatly be on it like that
The doom has dawned in
We knockin' niggas out without warning
And pissing on them
The configuration is brain cell wastin'
Renegades of funk
Like africa bambatta and the zulu nation
You facin' a maniac
Pacing over the track
Constantly bringing drama like jason
In fact i'm l.o.d.ing it and there go planet def squad
Puttin' it down play for play like ahmad rashad
For the cause, i"m wiring jaws
Got niggas eating full-course meals out of crazy straws
And if it win't def it ain't shit
I'm taking it to the limit
And killing it each and every minute
Cause keith murray takes the beef a major step higher
And peace makers will get causght in the cross fire
Hip hop's filled with back stabbers
Blunt grabbers, cats with dirty claws, dogs with filthy paws
Then you got rap artists
Claimin' to be the hardest
Bust them in their shit
And they're quick to press charges
Spot rushers, block busters, rockin' diamond clusters
Comin' to stick the rich out you motherfuckers
Educated black man on premises
L.o.d. and def squad forever arch nemesis