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—"