If heads only knew!

 Verse 1:
 I Make music of murder and mayhhem for all of them
 And murder ballads for sweet chariots
 My second return like a unstoppable bullet
 With wings my ears ring your name when you speak of me in vein
 Enter the center like a big bread winner
 So L.O.D. can eat that ass up for dinner
 I come with high potent deadly quotin'
 Avenue corrodin' street life shit to get you open
 Niggas pullin' stunts like Jackie Chan
 Not knowin' that they fuckin' with the demolition man
 I'm seen on screens and magazines
 Pump, pump (don't sleep) but peace to Queens
 I hollar Allah U Akhbar my peeps hold me down
 In the roughest pair of Timbs that ever touched the ground
 Huhh hows about a broken jaw
 It's Keith Murray and I'm comin' in with the raw metaphors

 Hook:
 When I'm alone in my room
 Sometimes I stare at the wall
 And in the back of my mind
 I hear my conscience call
 Keith Murray

 Redman:
 Rock, rock on

 Keith Murray:
 Original rules, original rules, original rules X2

 Verse 2:
 Now heere we go again soundin' crazy but it's contagious
 The sickest entertainer puttin' your brain though strainers
 We smokes the choc', don't be afraid of the dark
 Mentals get hit brain cells spark
 Pappers swear they got the dopest jam on the shelf
 But they don't believe that shit they own goddamn self
 Last year I was underrated but I stay dedicated
 I'm so dedicated I close my eyes I'm incarerated
 Niggas was amazed at the shit you was kickin'
 But all you did was adobo the chicken
 I"m taking over like the psychic network
 I got the drop on all you niggas out there claimin' that you do dirt
 But the truth hurts and it kills you to listen
 Like the sound of hollow point tip bullets whistlin'
 Every little breath you take
 Every little gesture you make
 Every little jack you fake
 I be the expert mic gladiator
 Pop shit on records I'll cut your fingers off later

 Hook X2

 Verse 3:
 Pump the new smash platium single the thug star spangled banner
 Illustratin' grammer in a hostile manner
 Texas chainsaw cuts hard to the core
 Makin' sure they don't try to battle me no more
 You seem to believe all you need is a rhyme and a dream
 To defeat the all time great microphone supreme
 But wake up cuz you playin' with the game of death
 I'll smoke your body ashes in a blunt and leave no evidence left
 Straight ashes ashes, dust to dust
 I got you in my clutch there's nothing further more to discuss
 And it's scary though when the eeriest voice on the radio
 Is in your hometown doin' the show
 With the technique that I'm usin' choosin'
 abusin'
 Got more flow than D'Angelo crusin'
 With poisonous venom Oh my God I get in em'
 Turn 'em out give 'em something good to talk about

 Hook