Verse One: Keith Murray



Haaah! (wooooooo!)

Yeah, (hah, Hah, Hah, Hah) L.O.D.

Keith Murray, Def Squad

Mista, Mista, Mista, Mista Smith

You Wanna Hit? (You Wanna Hit?)

Uhh, Gimme An Hour Plus A Pen And A Pad



Yo... I'm Here To Make A Dollar Out Of Fifteen Cents

And Let My Balls Hang Like I'm On A Toilet Takin A Shit

My Style Is All That, And A Big Bag Of Chips Wit The Dip

F**k All That Sensuous Shit

I Represent Intellectual Violence

And Leave Your Click Holier Than The Ten Commandments

Like Redman I Shift With Tha Ruck

If Ya If Was A Spliff We'd Be All F**ked Up [Word Up!]

No Need To Ask You Who Is He, Son I Get Busy

Scuff My Timbs On The Boulevard Of Many Ruff Cities [Chicago, LA, Any Of Them]

I'll Have To Norman Bate Ya I Love Ta Hate Ya

Cause Youse A Freak By Nature

Can't Wait To Face Ya, Mutilate Ya

Drink Your Style Down Straight Wit No Chaser [Word Up!]

My Verbal Combat's Like A Mini-Mac To Your Back

As Soon As One Of You Niggaz Try To Over React [BLAOW!]

Tha L.O.D. Love Good Confrontation Or Vamp [Word Up!]

Break Your Concentration, Murder Your Camp

For Tha Jealous, Overzealous, We Fellaz

Blow The The Spot Like Branford Marsalis

Niggaz Comin Through And Actin Wild

Y'all Commercial Niggaz Better Have A Coke And A Smile

I SHOT YA!



Verse Two: Prodigy



Yo, I Conversate Wit Many Men, It's Time To Begin Again

Forgot What I Already Knew, Aiyyo You Hear Me Friend?

Illuminati Want My Mind, Soul, And My Body

Secret Society, Tryin To Keep They Eye On Me

But I'm Stay Incogni', In Places They Can't Find Me

Make My Moves Strategically, The G.O.D.

It's Sorta Similar But Iller Than A Chess Player

I Use My Thinker, It Coincides With My Blinker

While You Wondered What We Sayin On The Records Real

Yeah You Motherf**kin Right Kid You Know The Deal

My Mobb Is Infamous Just Like The F**kin Title Read

You Get Back Slapped So Hard Make Ya Nose Bleed

Some ---- Kids Feeling Guilty