Keith Murray Call My Name Lyrics

Ha, ha, ha. This is Dr. Trevis, coming to you live
In this ************, Keith Murray. L.O.D.
From the city *****z, ha ha ha...

Keith Murray`s still coming from the north, south, east, west (yes)
Obsesssed with my success will make me crack your treasure chest (yes)
Hot tales of terror slip from my lip clearer
Slip up the L.O.D. will be behind you in the mirror

I make MC`s go from regular to fantasize
Realize my Squad be categorized
I think the devil`s in this beat, ****in with my speech
Makin' me do his dirty work

Makin' *****z kill each other on the streets
Mo murder, mo murder
Make no mistake, baby L.O.D. traditional
Don`t make me have to come lookin for you

So, see what I`m sayin' and watch your mouth
'Cause my **********in' Squad hits the streets like a blackout
What is exactly real? What is represent?
I see MC`s down and get in my last hits (*****)

*****z be around like "Yeah"
That`s what you get for jumping in the ring with a bear

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Call my name and I`ll come runnin, gunnin
All ya`ll bummin *****z will get done in
My Squad comes in all shapes, sizes and colors

All you *****z seem to hate us but your baby`s mothers love us
I`m the grand royal, hard to wear and tear
Rap specimen, pissin on all you mere peasants

With virtuality, poetry I successfully
Bring crews agony in virtual reality
See, first I puzzle your brain like The Riddler
Then, I catch you in the gut like Jack the Ripper

I`m the hot mustard dipper, money getter, mic gripper
Wack MC get rid of *****
I take it to the extreme, and overkill like Dramamine
Y`all *****z is sweet like jellybeans

Plus I knew your punk *** was soft
I see you in the street, you try to talk my ****in ear off
I`m the high wrecka, mic checka
Wilin out like Red Hot Chili Peppers

[Chorus]

I got def-ly breath control, with sick vocabulary making MC`s nervous.
Boy I`ll do you plenty
Which MC is in my category, if any, not many
See you thought like Nellie, now you **** like jelly

After the surgeon is finished stitchin' up that belly
*****s want to get ill, I`ll take it to stainless steel
And show em how it feel
You laugin' at Keith? You`re crying at yourself

'Cause beef with Keith is bad for your health
Them ***** *** *****z tried to catch me for my self
I licked nine shots and jetted off in my Stealth

[Chorus]

Written by: Erick S. Sermon, Keith Omar Murray, Mike Hogan
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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