[ Keith Murray ]



Yo Hey Yo I Step Out The Shell Like A Black Pearl



But Come To Destroy You Of All Worlds



I Eat You Inside Out Like Stress



The Best I Never Lose A Rhyme Contest



While Troublesome Black Rolls Flows



Bleed Internal External Like A Bloody Nose



Props Grow Like Crops



Desert Boot Clarks Wit No Socks



Parking Space Killer Stay Out My Lot



You Hear My Voice You See My Face You Know My Name



I Take It Out Your Ass And Charge It To The Game



I Battle With Words, Go To War With Ideas



You Defeat Me Never In A Million Years



The Factor Of The Rapture



Is That You Either Get Killed, Wound, Or Captured



They Shoot You Up So Bad Til The End You Fought



But Then You Got Caught Up In My Final Thought



Nigga




Miss Thing, There Is No Guest List Tonight (sampled)




[ Redman ]



Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo



I Get On The Mic Like Badoobedut Kick Roundhouse



You The Tightest Motha Fucka Let Me Find Out



When I Pull Mines Out



I Could Gaffle Mr. Keebler For All His Chips Ahoy Out The Chalk Town House



Give You Static Like Your Mixer Got The Ground Out



Hug You Wit My Hands In Your Grandmas Pouch



Im Down South Wit Outkast Wit Pounds Out



Wicked Enough To Throw The Gun In James Bond Mouth



You Know E And Keith When We Brawl



I Be In More Hoods Than That Big Fork And Spoon On Your Kitchen Wall



And Overall, On Yall A Protocal



My Style Is Kabal, Finish Him



For The Benjamins



Fools Call Me The Grinch



Cause I Punch You In Your Face Christmas On Two Fifth



While The Cops Watch The Jamaican Hide Pot



When I Stomp I Leave The Shoe Size Of Sasquatch




Miss Thing There Is No Guest List Tonight




[ Erick Sermon ]



Yo, Yo



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