| If heads only knew!
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| I make music of murder and mayhhem for all of them
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| And murder ballads for sweet chariots
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| My second return like a unstoppable bullet
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| With wings my ears ring your name when you speak of me in vein
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| Enter the center like a big bread winner
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| So l.o.d. |
| can eat that ass up for dinner
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| I come with high potent deadly «in Avenue corrodin street life shit to get you open
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| Niggas pullin stunts like jackie chan
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| Not knowin that they fuckin with the demolition man
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| Im seen on screens and magazines
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| Pump, pump (dont sleep) but peace to queens
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| I hollar allah u akhbar my peeps hold me down
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| In the roughest pair of timbs that ever touched the ground
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| Huhh hows about a broken jaw
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| Its keith murray and Im comin in with the raw metaphors
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| Hook:
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| When Im alone in my room
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| Sometimes I stare at the wall
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| And in the back of my mind
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| I hear my conscience call
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| Keith murray
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| Redman:
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| Rock, rock on Keith murray:
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| Original rules, original rules, original rules x2
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| Now heere we go again soundin crazy but its contagious
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| The sickest entertainer puttin your brain though strainers
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| We smokes the choc, dont be afraid of the dark
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| Mentals get hit brain cells spark
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| Pappers swear they got the dopest jam on the shelf
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| But they dont believe that shit they own goddamn self
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| Last year I was underrated but I stay dedicated
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| Im so dedicated I close my eyes Im incarerated
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| Niggas was amazed at the shit you was kickin
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| But all you did was adobo the chicken
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| I"m taking over like the psychic network
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| I got the drop on all you niggas out there claimin that you do dirt
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| But the truth hurts and it kills you to listen
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| Like the sound of hollow point tip bullets whistlin
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| Every little breath you take
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| Every little gesture you make
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| Every little jack you fake
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| I be the expert mic gladiator
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| Pop shit on records Ill cut your fingers off later
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| Hook x2
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| Pump the new smash platium single the thug star spangled banner
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| Illustratin grammer in a hostile manner
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| Texas chainsaw cuts hard to the core
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| Makin sure they dont try to battle me no more
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| You seem to believe all you need is a rhyme and a dream
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| To defeat the all time great microphone supreme
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| But wake up cuz you playin with the game of death
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| Ill smoke your body ashes in a blunt and leave no evidence left
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| Straight ashes ashes, dust to dust
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| I got you in my clutch theres nothing further more to discuss
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| And its scary though when the eeriest voice on the radio
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| Is in your hometown doin the show
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| With the technique that Im usin choosin
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| Abusin
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| Got more flow than dangelo crusin
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| With poisonous venom oh my God I get in em Turn em out give em something good to talk about
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| Hook |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Manifique , by - Keith Murray. Song from the album Best Of Keith Murray, Vol. 1, in the genre Соул