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KEITH MURRAY lyrics : "Manifique (Original Rules)"

[Intro:]
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 $$# up for dinner
I come with high potent deadly quotin'
Avenue corrodin' street life %#@! to get you open

^!$$%s pullin' stunts like Jackie Chan
Not knowin' that they $#&@in' 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 %#@! they own !@#$ self
Last year I was underrated but I stay dedicated

I'm so dedicated I close my eyes I'm incarerated
^!$$%s was amazed at the %#@! 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 ^!$$%s 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 %#@! 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]

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