Intro: Redman
 Huahhhhh!
 Ha ha  ayyaah  owww owww
 Funked out  word is bond  word is bond
 Then you ayyyayyyah ha
 In the mother  in the motherfuckin house
 With a dick in your mouth
 Word is bond  word is bond

 Verse One: Erick Sermon

 I freak a technique Goin Way Back like Just Ice
 And don't think twice because I'm nice
 I come from the Mothership unknown to man
 With a blunt in my hand, a mic in the other hand
 God damn I slam I jam like this
 Sure nuff, my rap style is Cold Crush
 And plus, I tears the roof off the mothersucker
 my brother, fly shit that makes Stevie Wonder
 Heyyyy, who can it be now watch out
 It's the E live in 3-D with Keith and R-E-D
 I gets down for my troops
 And I ahh... get-it get-it get-it like Luke
 For those, who don't believe my skills get these
 I got mad expertise, for all you duck MC's
 I'm funky like G Thing my nigga
 I wanna know who's up in here, before I pull the trigger

 [Is New York up in here? HELL YEAH
 Is Def Squad up in here? HELL YEAH
 Is NJ up in here? HELL YEAH
 The Green Beret's up in here! HELL YEAH]

 Verse Two: Redman

 Verbally, I sew the brains up like Trapper
 John M.D. got nine millis made of lacquer
 Count Dracula, back with the, tow-truck with the
 Get Biz like Mark fuel-injected like Maximus
 My style sicker than an AIDS victim drinkin forty-five malt liquors
 I roll the spliff up
 The underground, slam, shock like Shazam
 Check my Jams get Def when I kick Methods like Man
 Computerized Robocop sounds I drop in sequence
 Funky to death so ask that old bitch where the beef went
 When I do em, I glue em, stick em like Patrick Ewing
 My shit bumps like Puerto Rican people moved in
 next door, I get raw with the grrrahhhh!
 Call four-one-one cause I'm Ghetto Red Hot
 Bo bo bo! Funk Doctor Spock catch a bruisin
 My style gets respect fifty Muslims
 You hang on strings like loose ends, with my hands on the nine
 Watch yo nugget bitch, I get busy with mines

 [How's that? (cause I gets busy with mines)
 How's that? (cause I gets busy with mines)
 How's that? (cause I gets busy with mines)
 How's that? (cause I gets busy with mines
 It's Keith Murray)]

 Verse Three: Keith Murray

 I come rollin in when I see that low flow
 Heckuva foe, heard a gun and settled for a metaphor
 I'm naive between the sleeves of the sheets
 Murderin, who should ever try to fuck with me
 Murray word is bond gets it on
 And ready to blow any nigga out the cypher of the sniper hype at dawn
 Long live Def to the Squad
 And we smokin everybody out there, shit it ain't that hard
 I brings classic drama microphone enbalmer
 Have your momma beg behind bars for your kidneys tomorrow
 My murderous apprentice E Dub
 Makes hard funk beats that I become part of
 When I be like A-E-I-O-U or battle
 Niggaz be like who who who who who like night owls
 The most beautifullest thing in this world
 is I shitted, and y'all was with it dig it