Intro:
 Rock on. All my peoples up top rock on. All my peoples down low rock on. All
 my peoples on the left rock on. All my peoples on the right. Word up. Def
 Squad rock on.

 Verse 1:
 Well it's the supersonical ginintonical
 Ask your chronicles splatter crews all you hear is ahh and ouhs
 Time to face the music bring you down to Earth like Poppa Smurf
 I'm worldwide like on the web in your turf
 With full fledge rap pack with anxiety attacks
 For those that thought I wouldn't be back
 With that bone chillin' horror killin' all on goin' drama
 Save the rah rah for your mama
 Bragadoshis prone to static
 Come through the jam and wreck the mic by force of habit
 Tantalizin' make you feel good like cryin'
 I can't be dissed so you can stop tryin'
 And Keith Murray will prevail
 So you can eat a shit sandwich and go to hell

 Hook:
 I got the skunky funky illest funk flow
 For the glamorous scandalous world of radio
 "now this song is from all of us to all of them" (x2)

 Verse 2:
 Yo I throw the beat up in the cobra clutch
 Hit it with the Midas touch
 Dig up in the mic just like a gold rush
 Never ran never felt the need to run
 They know not to come cause they all get some
 I'm still fabulous still mackadoshis
 My dj still cut it the closest
 So who's an error when's a never?
 I melt through your butter leather
 And then I splatter through your Gucci sweater
 Deep as a river in a ragin' flood
 I come with open arms showin' nothin' but love
 Comin' less than zero modern day hero
 Deliver hot shit just like Dominos
 Keep it movin' or get it on
 Cause money talks and bullshit runs the marathon word is bond
 Non stoppin' mic shockin' bottles poppin'
 Word up son you we keep it rockin'

 Hook

 Verse 3:
 I'm like a character and my life is a movie
 Groupies step to me
 Do me
 Try to sue me
 Because I make a record got money in a car
 I'm a star?
 Naw naw naw that's bullshit paw
 In the black range look ya never ever worry
 Parked in the front I hear voices sayin' "That's Keith Murray"
 The name of the game is fame
 You know the price you recognize the God like Christ
 Masses of posses packed up schemin'
 Ladies love me they keep on screamin'
 Expressin' all the feelin' of the world today
 Some might listen to my music and try to say
 Nothin' other than "Yo this shit is dope"
 And in the everyday life struggle Murray goes for broke
 From day to day month to month year to year
 I swear I tear any mic any stage anywhere
 I be the standards of which excellence is measured
 So for me to rock all day it'll be my pleasure

 Hook