Keith Murray - Manifique (Original Rules) Lyrics
Intro:If heads only knew!Verse 1:I make music of murder and mayhhem for all of themAnd murder ballads for sweet chariotsMy second return like a unstoppable bulletWith wings my ears ring your name when you speak of me in veinEnter the center like a big bread winnerSo l.o.d. can eat that ass up for dinnerI come with high potent deadly quotinAvenue corrodin street life shit to get you openNiggas pullin stunts like jackie chanNot knowin that they *****in with the demolition manIm seen on screens and magazinesPump, pump (dont sleep) but peace to queensI hollar allah u akhbar my peeps hold me downIn the roughest pair of timbs that ever touched the groundHuhh hows about a broken jawIts keith murray and Im comin in with the raw metaphorsHook:When Im alone in my roomSometimes I stare at the wallAnd in the back of my mindI hear my conscience callKeith murrayRedman:Rock, rock onKeith murray:Original rules, original rules, original rules x2Verse 2:Now heere we go again soundin crazy but its contagiousThe sickest entertainer puttin your brain though strainersWe smokes the choc, dont be afraid of the darkMentals get hit brain cells sparkPappers swear they got the dopest jam on the shelfBut they dont believe that shit they own goddamn selfLast year I was underrated but I stay dedicatedIm so dedicated I close my eyes Im incareratedNiggas was amazed at the shit you was kickinBut all you did was adobo the chickenI"m taking over like the psychic networkI got the drop on all you niggas out there claimin that you do dirtBut the truth hurts and it kills you to listenLike the sound of hollow point tip bullets whistlinEvery little breath you takeEvery little gesture you makeEvery little jack you fakeI be the expert mic gladiatorPop shit on records Ill cut your fingers off laterHook x2Verse 3:Pump the new smash platium single the thug star spangled bannerIllustratin grammer in a hostile mannerTexas chainsaw cuts hard to the coreMakin sure they dont try to battle me no moreYou seem to believe all you need is a rhyme and a dreamTo defeat the all time great microphone supremeBut wake up cuz you playin with the game of deathIll smoke your body ashes in a blunt and leave no evidence leftStraight ashes ashes, dust to dustI got you in my clutch theres nothing further more to discussAnd its scary though when the eeriest voice on the radioIs in your hometown doin the showWith the technique that Im usin choosinAbusinGot more flow than dangelo crusinWith poisonous venom oh my God I get in emTurn em out give em something good to talk aboutHook
