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SINGER: Keith Murray
SONG: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 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
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