Torsion Fields

[Intro]

Let me see ya hands

We network power moves

[Verse 1: Keith Murray]

Keith Murray, Canibus

Don't make your gun go click, click boom

Create a whole genre

The world ain't safe, there's no tomorrow

Nigga, this is 'Torsion Field'

Attack the jugular, overkill

Keith Murray and Canibus, what's the meaning?

The hardcore niggas in the streets is fiending

Make you play hide and go seek with your demons

Ranting, raving, hollering, screaming

Keith Murray, LOD, oh my god

Keith Murray, Canibus, so damn hard

We make them reminisce over you Undergods, you can meet you maker

Step into my face and you is a faker

Hater, I'll see you later, I'll put you in an incubator

You'll be dead and me and Canibus will be in Jamaica

[Verse 2: Canibus]

In Jamaica, guns shots up on ya

Come in like a big pussy, don't you, where I'm gon' dump ya

Expert flow Germaine, broad head, four hundred grain

I was entertained, I saw a hundred slain

Deranged finder ranger reminder, paint the target

Walk up to your forehead and paint across it

Revisit that, give me a minute to re-edit the rap

Fuck that, I'll put my fist in your trap

Nigga wanna spit, we spat, that's that

What the fuck you looking back for, it's the last lap

Got me in a hassle, nigga acting like he wanna wrestle

Smack DVD gun battle

Torsion field twist steel blow the air back off wheel

You are dragged from the car and killed

Ski mask face, no trace, rap sound like rape

We gesticulate like apes on mixtapes

This high fidelity, fuck what they telling me

No body address the beat like Canibus and Keith Murray

"Raw to the floor, raw like 'Reservoir Dogs'"

Undergods coming with that yes, yes, y'all

[Verse 3: Keith Murray]

Ayo, the Burnout Brothers, we the truth

I spit that shit to make me run out the booth

I got to say peace to my uncle Snoop

We smoke chronic leaves into a poof

And everybody knows we some lyrical fools

When they guess the metaphors they be like, ooh

Me and Canibus can go for days

And linger in the mind like displaced rage

We make that hardcore tailor made

That make niggas put your face on the front page

[Outro: Keith Murray]

You motherfuckers, you can't compete

You know you don't wanna go man for man, power on the streets

It's Bis and Keith, yeah, bring it on

Bring it on, bring it on, bring it on

Ha, yeah, we set fire to the world

And everybody got to resort to the beach, ha

Yo, what you gonna do when we trap you on the sand? Ha

It's the grandsons of the Son of Man

Of the sickest, sickest, sickest Son of Sam

Shout out to Killah Priest

And them hardcore niggas that run the streets

Yo, shout out to my man Mental, shout out to Bis