Call My Name Lyrics - Singles - Keith Murray

Ha, ha, ha. This is Dr. Trevis, coming to you live 

In this motherfucker, Keith Murray. L.O.D. 

From the city niggaz, ha ha ha... 

Keith Murray`s still coming from the north, south, east, west (yes) 

Obsesssed with my success will make me crack your treasure chest (yes) 

Hot tales of terror slip from my lip clearer 

Slip up the L.O.D. will be behind you in the mirror 

I make MC`s go from regular to fantasize 

Realize my Squad be categorized 

I think the devil`s in this beat, fuckin with my speech 

Makin' me do his dirty work 

Makin' niggaz kill each other on the streets 

Mo murder, mo murder 

Make no mistake, baby L.O.D. traditional 

Don`t make me have to come lookin for you 

So, see what I`m sayin' and watch your mouth 

'Cause my motherfuckin' Squad hits the streets like a blackout 

What is exactly real? What is represent? 

I see MC`s down and get in my last hits (bitch) 

Niggaz be around like "Yeah" 

That`s what you get for jumping in the ring with a bear 

[Chorus: x 2] 

Call my name and I`ll come runnin, gunnin 

All ya`ll bummin niggaz will get done in 

My Squad comes in all shapes, sizes and colors 

All you niggaz seem to hate us but your baby`s mothers love us 

I`m the grand royal, hard to wear and tear 

Rap specimen, pissin on all you mere peasants 

With virtuality, poetry I successfully 

Bring crews agony in virtual reality 

See, first I puzzle your brain like The Riddler 

Then, I catch you in the gut like Jack the Ripper 

I`m the hot mustard dipper, money getter, mic gripper 

Wack MC get rid of nigga 

I take it to the extreme, and overkill like Dramamine 

Y`all niggaz is sweet like jellybeans 

Plus I knew your punk ass was soft 

I see you in the street, you try to talk my fuckin ear off 

I`m the high wrecka, mic checka 

Wilin out like Red Hot Chili Peppers 

[Chorus] 

I got def-ly breath control, with sick vocabulary making MC`s nervous. 

Boy I`ll do you plenty 

Which MC is in my category, if any, not many 

See you thought like Nellie, now you shit like jelly 

After the surgeon is finished stitchin' up that belly 

Niggas want to get ill, I`ll take it to stainless steel 

And show em how it feel 

You laugin' at Keith? You`re crying at yourself 

'Cause beef with Keith is bad for your health 

Them bitch ass niggaz tried to catch me for my self 

I licked nine shots and jetted off in my Stealth 

[Chorus]