[Keith Murray]
Let me see ya hands
We network power moves
Keith Murray, Canibus
Don't make your gun go click click boom
Create a whole genre
The world ain't safe, there's no tomorrow
Nigga, this is torsion field
Attack the jugular, overkill
Keith Murray and Canibus, what's the meaning?
The hardcore niggas in the streets is fiending
Make you play hide and go seek with your demons
Ranting, raving, hollering, screaming
Keith Murray, LOD
Oh my god
Keith Murray, Canibus, so damn hard
We make Them Reminisce Over You UnderGodz
You can meet you maker
Step into my face and you is a faker
Hater, I'll see you later
I'll put you in an incubator
You'll be dead and me and Canibus will be in Jamaica
[Canibus]
In Jamaica
(in Jamaican accent)
Guns shots up on ya, come in like a big pussy don't you
Where I'm gon' dump ya
(end of accent)
Expert flow Germaine, broad head, four-hundred grain
I was entertained, I saw a hundred slain
Deranged finder ranger reminder, paint the target
Walk up to your forehead and paint across it
Revisit that, give me a minute to re-edit the rap
Fuck that, I'll put my fist in your trap
Nigga wanna spit, we spat, that's that
What the fuck you looking back for it's the last lap
Got me in a hassle, nigga acting like he wanna wrassle
Smack DVD gun battle
Torsion field twist steel blow the air back off wheel
You are dragged from the car and killed
Ski mask face, no trace, rap sound like rape
We gesticulate like apes on mixtapes
This high fidelity, fuck what they telling me
No body address the beat like Canibus and Keith Murray
Raw to the floor, raw like 'Reservoir Dogs'
UnderGodz coming with that yes yes y'all
[Keith Murray]
Ayo the Burnout Brothers, we the truth
I spit that shit to make me run out the booth
I got to say peace to my uncle Snoop
We smoke chronic leaves into a poof
And everybody knows we some lyrical fools
When they guess the metaphors they be like ooohhh
Me and Canibus can go for days
And linger in the mind like displaced rage
We make that hardcore tailor made
That make niggas put your face on the front page
[Outro: Keith Murray]
You motherfuckers, you can't compete
You know you don't wanna go man for man power on the streets
It's Bis and Keith, yeah, bring it on
Bring it on, bring it on, bring it on
Ha, yeah, we set fire to the world
And everybody got to resort to the beach, ha
Yo, what you gonna do when we trap you on the sand? Ha
It's the grandsons of the son of man
Of the sickest sickest sickest Son of Sam
Shoutout to Killah Priest
And them hardcore niggas that run the streets...
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