East Left

[Intro: Method Man] "Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I—" [Verse 1: Keith Murray] As I numb your cranium with a paragraph Inorganic mechanics enters your nerve staphs with a beat Emotionally influencing energy trapped in your subconscious mind to take it to the streets Get defeated and beated into a quadriplegic or a paraplegic, kid, believe it Notice the pain in your thrombosis while you focus and quote this Viciousness, dopeness My style is a foreign object catchin' more wreck than a streetsweeper or a TEC Protect and serve, vex, and catch a cardiac arrest Flex, and I'll make your brain hotter than Waco, Tex— See, biters and neophyters might try this But y'all niggas know who's style is Trump tightest I'll throw you to your death 'Cause you was never fresh with your nasty dragon breath [Chorus: Keith Murray, Method Man, Guru] Keith Murray's comin' from the north, south, east and left "Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I—" Keith Murray "Mad brothers know his name" "Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt—" Keith Murray's comin' from the north, south, east and left "Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I—" Keith Murray "Mad brothers know his name" "Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt—" [Verse 2: Keith Murray] My style is so whatever, straight up terriers Go wild in the metropolitan areas I come from less than zero (What?) With more compelling drama than Robert DeNiro I create all state plates, get it straight Tailgate and I'll bleed you like some brakes When E.D. drop them ebonies and ivories It's definitely funkology and mission impossible to see me Your parade with this Grade A charade is a decade Can't be played like an arcade You could get a psychiatric diagnosis And a smack for tryna come close to this I catch temper, hyper tantrums with the drums and the rumble You stumble with a humble and crumble My style flows every area code And we all knows how the story goes [Chorus: Keith Murray, Method Man, Guru] Keith Murray's comin' from the north, south, east and left "Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I—" Keith Murray "Mad brothers know his name" "Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt—" Keith Murray's comin' from the north, south, east and left "Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I—" Keith Murray "Mad brothers know his name" "Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt—" [Verse 3: Keith Murray] But when I come, I come like God in the flesh So no question, it's the brother in practical essence The way we do, you disrespect one member from my crew And them sound like fightin' words from us to you Out the blue, I take their swine minds for a walk through Timbuktu With my Timbo shoes My concrete samples tramples your illusions In conclusion to gettin' beat into oblivions (Nevertheless) Nevertheless, I pack a vest like Reggie Givin' any asshole in drawers a wedgie (Redman) With that supremacy, intelligency empathy Roll it on niggas like TNT Intentionally, Murray increases headaches, backaches and agony I'll leave your style in critical C3 I suggest we let's sit down and hold a presser Smoke a whole pound of stress 'cause the cess wilin' [Chorus: Keith Murray, Method Man, Guru] Keith Murray's comin' from the north, south, east and left "Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I—" Keith Murray "Mad brothers know his name" "Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt—" Keith Murray's comin' from the north, south, east and left "Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I—" Keith Murray "Mad brothers know his name" "Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt—" Don't worry, don't worry, don't worry Keith Murray's comin' from the north, south, east and left "Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I—" Keith Murray "Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt—" Keith Murray's comin' from the north, south, east and left "Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I—" Gettin' harder than I thought — Keith Murray's "Hittin' you from every ang—"