Take It To The Streets Lyrics - Keith Murray

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. 

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 

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) 

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 

I got the slaughter for your brains drive you insain 

Fuck that shit 

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 twenty four 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' 

Yo forty 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