Song | Manifique (Original Rules) |
Artist | Keith Murray |
Album | Enigma |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Corouch, Jones, 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 ******t to get you open | |
******s pullin' stunts like jackie chan | |
Not knowin' that they ******' with the demolition man | |
I'm seen on screens and magazines | |
Pump, pump (don't sleep) but peace to queens | |
I hollar allah u akhbar my peeps hold me down | |
In the roughest pair of timbs that ever touched the ground | |
Huhh hows 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 ****st jam on the shelf | |
But they don't believe that ******t they own goddamn self | |
Last year i was underrated but i stay dedicated | |
I'm so dedicated i close my eyes i'm incarerated | |
******s was amazed at the ******t 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 ******s 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 ******t 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 cuz 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 |
zuo ci : Corouch, Jones, 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 t to get you open | |
s pullin' stunts like jackie chan | |
Not knowin' that they ' with the demolition man | |
I' m seen on screens and magazines | |
Pump, pump don' t sleep but peace to queens | |
I hollar allah u akhbar my peeps hold me down | |
In the roughest pair of timbs that ever touched the ground | |
Huhh hows 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 st jam on the shelf | |
But they don' t believe that t they own goddamn self | |
Last year i was underrated but i stay dedicated | |
I' m so dedicated i close my eyes i' m incarerated | |
s was amazed at the t 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 s 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 t 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 cuz 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 |
zuò cí : Corouch, Jones, 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 t to get you open | |
s pullin' stunts like jackie chan | |
Not knowin' that they ' with the demolition man | |
I' m seen on screens and magazines | |
Pump, pump don' t sleep but peace to queens | |
I hollar allah u akhbar my peeps hold me down | |
In the roughest pair of timbs that ever touched the ground | |
Huhh hows 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 st jam on the shelf | |
But they don' t believe that t they own goddamn self | |
Last year i was underrated but i stay dedicated | |
I' m so dedicated i close my eyes i' m incarerated | |
s was amazed at the t 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 s 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 t 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 cuz 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 |