Manifique Lyrics - Singles - Keith Murray

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 you Akhbar my peeps hold me down 

In the roughest pair of Timbs that ever touched the ground 

Huhh how's 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 'cause 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