Keith Murray - Take It To The Streets

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intro:


you better recognize what. snatchh your fuckin' head from your neck. word


up it's the cold blooded sin. strickly murder. legion of doom 94. word 'em


up this is how we do that shit. techs to your record son. shit. fuck that


shit. word 'em up that how we're always been.





50 grand:


yo check it, i feel the vibe like shanet


collaborate on niggas brains and bend you ass like a sinse'


my death sentense is danger


i black out like joe ripken niggas hittin' the floor like the chamber


the sick authorist transmits for no repent


and activate the plan the pentagon inelligents


so listen close like musical chairs


the l.o.d. is deep then the niggas under the stairs


i crack million dollar script like an archetict


and execute like the chair when i inflict death


i got the creepiest slang in this galaxy


and wreck the industry so mysteriously


coming with the funk from beneath i creep straight for juggelars


and twist rap caps for all you motherfuckers


walk the bloody streets with 19 shots in the lueger


niggas be scared to face 50 grand like medusa


the shit i produce is like gin and juice when it blend


scenes from toni braxton you'll never breath again


i rhyme without ability to reason, niggas is guilty of treason


who's to blame but the legion to the doom





hook:


with punk niggas we got beef so


(l.o.d. about to take it to the streets)


on the mic we definatly got beats so


(l.o.d. about to take it to the streets)





ron jay:


roy jay go the wickedest mystic magestic flow


from a homicidal clique, yo e make that psycopathic mix


i hits for the hecks or the shit that causes conflict in the script


beeotch my style set on fire to touch venus


my soul seeks the universe while i'm sleepin'


i'm creepin' makin' myself develop with the chronic


electronic million dollar man the mic bionic


so you can feel it in your nerves when i blast off into the suburbs


conduct like? with electrofying words


i freak to them suicidal tracks break backs


niggas scarred fakin' fuckin' heart atttacks


oooh when i'm comin' through the crowd


niggas want static yo i got the gun pazoow, wizoow, word up





50 grand:


i got the slaughter for your brains drive you insain


fuck that shit





news interlude





keith murray:


the moderation incobation of my creation


is instantaniously with my vocabulation accumulation


trust me as i bust thee, lyrical homicidal shit from keith murray


if i had 24 hours to live and one wish


i wouldn't wish for no damn lifesavers


i'd start going wild like larry davis


the funk speach vigalante from the l.o.d.


gets funky freakly and freaky fluently


and deep as greek mythology on level z


theres six million ways to die


and eight million stories in the naked city and all them shits are lies


so i keep my wittiest ironist hidious


psychosis bloodiest flow decitious


comin' from out this orbit deep space 9's wiggle my shit


meltin' crew down like synthetic acid


come half steppin' fession' through a section


and get the midsection of your brain drain


with mad man expression, no quesion and no second guessin'





outro:


yo 40 dreams and blunts for witches. yeah that's what we got for them


niggas. yo lets get on it get off it. l.o.d. we won't forfit.


a-yo check it out. l.o.d. is the niggas man. a-yo put your money where your


mouth is at nigga yeah. i have you rockin' dazie dukes and reebok pumps


nigga yeah, yeah. l.o.d. style for 94 yeah and it's on