Pay Per View - Keith Murray, LBM

--] Attention passenger’s we’re on a non-central journey

To Hell and beyond

Hahaha

Good evening all you blunt smokers

Welcome to the Darksides of Def Squad

Where you bout to hear the voices of Passione

LBM, Kel Vicious, Keith Murray

Takin you to the Legion of Dume, and beyond

This is a Pay Per View event

Some shit you wanna hear, yaknahmsayin?

Let’s get ready to rumble, yeah.

When my, Funk’s mastered like Flex

I touch more earsets than Nynex

LBM puts words together like Triple Yahtzee

Performin open heart surgeries with a hand-grip shottie

My creepy wisdom mixed with leaky ism splits em

And attacks the rhythm like an exorcism

Blood leaks out my ink pen, I start killin

Stinkin, bitches like??

Joe Rifkind?

(Rifkind. Rifkind.) YAHH!

I strangle angels from a Brooklyn angle

Rectangular mangle (and TANGO) incur single

As the world goes around, I’m breakin down competitors

Like the predator, niggas check my metaphors

(yea, word up) Let the bullshit, ride, put the clip inside the steel

When the verbal starts to peel, motherfuckers know the deal (YEAH)

Like AC/DC (word?) I’m charged off the energy

The cipher is my soul psych the soul is my serenity (word up)

Time and time again I grip the pen with a vengeance

Disruption of your cypher niggas label me a menace

The villain, I’m feelin, another, lyrical combustion

Eruptin, bustin out my brain (whoo!)

So ignite the flame it’s the lyrically insane

I, open up the vault searchin for the buried treasure

With ??

in the brain, increase the measures do whatever

Whatever.

NIGGAZ!

K-Keith Mu.

Keith what?

Y’all niggas don’t want it, I get widdit

Quicker, than a nigga with a piss-bag done shitted

Niggas, be like, quit it

Cause my renditions be expeditions

For niggas on them straight looney missions (nigga)

Funk Lord Productions be sayin somethin (word)

For niggas in the street who wanna fight

And press charges, I got somethin (bitch)

Throw that, you could get the bozack

Cause I leave homicide mummified and all you hoes know that

Right about now, it’s Kelly Kel

Kel Vicious, bout to get.

ill

I make a hundred crews give me enough respect

Cause my shit got the major funk effect, so check it

Select it, my rap style be highly respected

Challenge Kel Vicious get burnt, expect it

I’m twenty-one, and I’m a phe-nom-enon

The Def Squad, L.O.D.

live on and on

These forty ounce drinkers, drinkers, big drug sellers

Smellin like a blunt and if you front I’ll split your melon

What’s your name?

Kelly Kel, where you from?

I’m from C. I

What the FUCK you wanna know for punk?

You ready to die?

Your biological clock, is tickin while I’m kickin

Forty ounce dreams of blunts and wishes for you trick-ass bitches

This is Mr. Kel Vicious with the ill funk flow

Knockin punks out like my name was Riddick Bowe

--] Attention passenger’s we’re on a non-central journey

To Hell and beyond

Yo, haha, and that was just like I told ya

Was gonna be for all them niggas

Rockin Daisy Duke and Reebok pumps

Up in ya, ya tricks