Yeah

[Verse 1: Erick Sermon]

Yo Troy, turn me up so I can conduct the disco inferno

Oklahoma aroma (uh)

I smell the roof on fire without Parliament

Just Def Squad shit, dig it

Rhymes I bust be like liquid swords

You abandon ship, real niggas stay aboard (word)

I'm flexin' hittin' you in the mid-section

Drop for protection. Cuttin' you clean like a "C" section

I puts it down in my field. I sport a vest

No need for a Brooke Shield yield

E, an African boy with charisma

A lyrical giant bigger than Lane Bryant

Su-per rhymes be twilight zone warp speed true indeed

Don't forget boy I'm still hittin' swithes

In my Lexus truck, flaggin' down ugly bitches (word up)

[Interlude: Busta Rhymes]

Yo, yo, Erick Sermon y'all (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Def Squad y'all (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Flipmode Squad for yo mind, y'all (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]

Yo, excitement, my lights be shinin' on niggas

Hit with more enlightment (yo), the major difference is

In many different instances, you could not go the distances

From drinkin' too much Guinesses, now look at all the witnesses (huh)

I told you one thing for sure, when I gets down son

I keep it pure, break the law from here to Arkansas (Focus)

I be the mostest, the dopest

Rhyme flow bounce atrocious

Bag of weed, my nigga, smoke this

Shit, I be stacking in jams, while I be packin' in

What's happen is I'm charged with interstate rhyming trafficking

Rhyme calisthenics will make you see the medic

Shit will break you down in order for me to see like the alphabetics

Yo, yo just go where practice

The fact is you do not listen, you go get slapped up with a cactus

Ass backwards, fart on mothafuckas just like BDP

I'm fresh for '96 you suckas

Keith Murray now

[Interlude: Keith Murray]

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Word up)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Busta Rhymes

Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah

[Verse 3: Keith Murray]

Now if you know the words then you can surely rap along

Go against the grain and surely get stomped strong

My squad is too high to get over, L.O's too low to go under

I'll rain on your brain and give you visions of thunder

See everybody loves Keith Murray 'cause I'm on the top

But i know ain't nobody fuckin' with me if I ever drop

It's all about the bread, spread, taught to me by E and Red

Fuck them niggas talkin' out the side of their head

Different day same shit. I heard a dope beat

But if E didn't do it, then you know I can't fuck with it

Here's something that you all can understand

Fuck you coming from the fuck you man

Livin' in drama comma, trauma bubbling like lava

On site bomber to all wack rhymers

And if you ain't tough don't wear my logo

And if you ain't fly you can't play with my yo-yo

Cause whose pockets is fattest matters

I'll serve famous Keith Murray's beef curries

Scattered rappers on platters

For tryin' to get at us, knowing we the baddest

With major operation, mental observation status, see

I used to love her then I got some Common Sense

Now it ain't funny, the bitch better have my money (word up)

[Verse 4: Jamal]

Lace the chronic with the bomb-ba, hash in the tye

Blaze 'em up one time for my partner in crime

Ruger eye on my hip (why) cause niggas trip

Pull a burner, all you know is a murder occurred, a curb server

Wannabe swerver / baller, got dome call

Hauled to the mortician for silly ambitions

I'm nice and precise, hard like rock

You shook like dice and pop like Glock

All my shit knock the shelves (Yo), yo (Yo)

Witness this nigga ro, trigga flow, digga ho

Niggas ass out, passout, excessively

Fuckin' with this manic-depressive will be the lesson of life

Spoiled rotten and plottin' and double shottin'

Packin', always rapping but smacking a lot of action

I am the in-house felon like Contra-Band

In demand, your mic in hand, seriously as a man, run it

[Verse 5: Redman]

Ayo, watch these 5 niggas stand up in the triple pod

Circle back to back scoping out all angles

Why does hip-hop circumference start gettin' tangled?

They drop one by one in the dark gettin' strangled

I come fresher than Summer's Eve please

Squeeze your wack-ass amphetamine rhyme drug-related

I'll make sure your loot and your wife and kid is confiscated

The lawnmower, Red do damage to circuit breakers

Go ahead and hype them niggas up, let 'em go

Just a blow from the invincible will show 'em I'm original

Freeze, I'm like Baskin and Robbin

I'm robbing Haagen-Dazs and the whole Hit Squad target

Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, the potency

That I blow from my mouth will no doubt would choke Jesus

Travelin' around the world with no Visas

Or American Express, just Jamerican Excess (ha!)

Can I impose on your cypher?

Been rippin' shows since moms was foldin' your diaper

Niggas see me up top, dolo daily

Catch E 600 V on the mobile trailin'

Back to ATL to swell some more heads

With that Long Island sound that be thicker than Cornbread's money

Jersey tales from the hood without Sonny

And I know a lotta niggas want me, that's why my blade keep me company

Slice your neck, stick my arm down your throat

Rip out your artichoke