[Intro: Jamal | 50 Grand | Keith Murray]
Yeah (Yeah), haha (Ha, yeah)
Genetic for terror
Genetic for terror, all the niggas in the area
[Chorus: Jamal | Keith Murray]
Genetic for terror, what I'm feelin'
Genetic for terror, [?]
Genetic for terror, Def Squad
Genetic for terror, Mally G
Genetic for terror, niggas can't fade Mally G out the fuck
Genetic for terror, it's Keith Murray settin' it off
Genetic for terror, word is bond
Genetic for terror, Mally G, live on long, check this out (Ha)
[Verse 1: Keith Murray | Jamal | 50 Grand]
I'm talkin' to you niggas on the North, South, East and West (Yeah, yeah, ah, ah!)
Fuck wit' Mally G and get a hole in your chest (Yeah!)
I'm dropping enthusiastic, metaphoric type lines (Oh my God!)
The baddest nigga to ever (Yeah!) come out of from the crib and rhyme (Yeah!)
Rappers fall prey to my deep meditation (What? Yeah!)
As I break their ass up like abbreviation (Break they, turn the fuck now up!)
I stepped to the microphone and shouted (Yeah!)
Girls who's got it (Def Squad) can kiss my ass and make a love song about it (Put it out!)
[Verse 2: 50 Grand]
I'm off the wall from every phrase that's said
I black the fuck out (Yeah), huntin' rappers like the Pumpkinhead (Yeah!)
I come from the deep side with Def Squad in the basement
My style been on deathwatch like suicide patients (Yeah!)
'Cause 50 Grand sparks the illest level
With the sickest craft I contact more skills then the devil (Yeah!)
Soon as Rock makes the ingredients blend
I begin bakin' rappers in the oven like little Ginger Bread Men
[Verse 3: Jamal | 50 Grand]
Def Squad represented, it gets no rougher than this (What? Yeah)
Lyricist (What? What?), killer scene with the guillotine (What?)
Showin' them execution rap style from juveniles
Across the border with alphabetical disorder (Ah, ah, ah, ah! Yeah)
In slaughter increase pain, insane, deranged
Motherfucker blowin' they brains on different terrains
I take a fake ass nigga and toast his ass
Leave him numb like multiple sclerosis, blam
[Verse 4: Kel-Vicious | 50 Grand]
I'll be that funky, psycho, lyrical maniac, I run around crazy
They huffin' and they puffin' could never faze me (Yeah)
'Cause I'll be Kel-Vicious, I get lifted pay per view
Read my guide though, hot damn, the funk is homicidal (Yeah)
Now, who that lookin' at me? I ain't nobody (What?)
I'm just that little nigga who be fuckin' up the party (Yeah)
I will snuff the DJ (Yeah, yeah, uhh), my lifestyle is grim (Yeah)
And niggas get blasted in the mix like phlegm (Now check it)
[Chorus: Jamal | Kel-Vicious | 50 Grand]
Genetic for terror (Yeah)
Genetic for terror (For terror, genetic for terror!)
Genetic for terror (For terror! What?)
Genetic for terror (Yeah, yeah)
Genetic for terror (Never say never!)
Genetic for terror (Never say never! Ha)
Genetic for terror (Dope motherfuckers represent)
[Verse 5: Kel-Vicious | 50 Grand | both]
Don't ever cross, my style is rougher than up north (Okay!)
And I'll never take a loss, Kel stay on course (Never take a loss!)
I be livin' off the raw dog shit (Yeah! Yeah)
Type of more and more shit (Yeah, yeah), a lot of MCs lost it (Woo)
I'm here to terrorize the hardcore in the underground
Niggas, back down or you'll get smacked down
On the real (Ah), this nigga's a motherfuckin' trooper (Uh-huh)
I sleep with the Luga (Yeah) and blast at intruders (Fuck that)
[Verse 6: 50 Grand]
I walk streets manic-depressed, you can't fuck with my steps
I swing stab wounds to the chest to put your ass in deep check (Uh-huh, like that!)
So who wanna try to see Legs of Doom, Def Squad? (I don't)
Leave niggas restin' in peace (Heh) like a motherfuckin' graveyard (Ooh)
I'll split your cranium (Uh-huh, ahaha), take your bullshit agenda (What else? Haha)
Twist you head off like Dr. Mindbender (Yeah! Bitch!)
Who's the suspect dressed in black?
Legion of Doom down for whatever, bringin' the genetic for terror (Yeah)
[Verse 7: Keith Murray | 50 Grand]
Before I even fix my lips to speak, you know what I'ma say (What? What?)
Somethin' freaky with much word play (What? What?)
I walk the face of this Earth (Aah! Fuck it, yeah!)
Playin' punk pussy motherfuckers out for what it's worth (Yeah!)
Buckwild like juveniles, done blew trial (Aah)
Lockin' up with rappers, Roman-Greco wrestlin' style ([?])
Plus, there's no such thing as Murray gettin' touched (Keith Murray!)
Girls jumpin' my flow like double dutch
[Verse 8: Jamal | 50 Grand]
I leave 'em lost in between resurrection
And Judgment Day (Wow!) is where that punk nigga lay (Word, word up)
And it's deeper than you think (Uh-huh)
And furthermore and whole lot niggas gon' stink (What?)
Fuckin' with this, funkabis nigga from the mist (Ah, ah, ah, ah!)
Motherfuckers motionless stiff from paralysis (Ah, ah, ah, ah!)
The Def Squad emcees, PPP
Full of structural abnormalities (Ah)
And we attack invariably (Word up!)
Diss your permanent disabilities (Tell 'em more, ah!)
I Ice Capade like Peggy Fleming over funk beats (Ay, ah!)
And lock down the streets (Ah, ah, ah!)
[Outro: Jamal | 50 Grand]
Def Squad, lock 'em down, son! Lock 'em down
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