Текст песни Manifique (Original Rules) - Keith Murray
If
heads
only
knew!
I
make
music
of
murder
and
mayhem
for
all
of
them
And
murder
ballads
for
sweet
chariots
My
second
return
like
a
unstoppable
bullet
With
wings
my
ears,
ring
your
name
when
you
speak
of
me
in
vein
Enter
the
center
like
a
big
bread
winner
So
L.O.D.
can
eat
that
ass
up
for
dinner
I
come
with
high
potent
deadly
quotin'
Avenue
corrodin'
street
life
shit
to
get
you
open
Niggas
pullin'
stunts
like
Jackie
Chan
Not
knowin'
that
they
fuckin'
with
the
demolition
man
I'm
seen
on
screens
and
magazines
Pump,
pump
but
peace
to
Queens
(Don't
sleep)
I
hollar,
'Allah
U
Akbar',
my
peeps
hold
me
down
In
the
roughest
pair
of
Timbs
that
ever
touched
the
ground
Huh,
how's
about
a
broken
jaw
It's
Keith
Murray
and
I'm
comin'
in
with
the
raw
metaphors
When
I'm
alone
in
my
room
Sometimes
I
stare
at
the
wall
And
in
the
back
of
my
mind
I
hear
my
conscience
call
Keith
Murray
Rock,
rock
on
Original
rules,
original
rules,
original
rules
Original
rules,
original
rules,
original
rules
Now
here
we
go
again,
soundin'
crazy
but
it's
contagious
The
sickest
entertainer
puttin'
your
brain
though
strainers
We
smokes
the
choc',
don't
be
afraid
of
the
dark
Mentals
get
hit
brain
cells
spark
Pappers
swear,
they
got
the
dopest
jam
on
the
shelf
But
they
don't
believe
that
shit
they
own
goddamn
self
Last
year,
I
was
underrated
but
I
stay
dedicated
I'm
so
dedicated,
I
close
my
eyes,
I'm
incarcerated
Niggas
was
amazed
at
the
shit
you
was
kickin'
But
all
you
did
was
adobo
the
chicken
I'm
taking
over
like
the
psychic
network
I
got
the
drop
on
all
you
niggas
out
there
claimin'
that
you
do
dirt
But
the
truth
hurts
and
it
kills
you
to
listen
Like
the
sound
of
hollow
point
tip
bullets
whistlin'
Every
little
breath
you
take
Every
little
gesture
you
make
Every
little
jack
you
fake
I
be
the
expert
mic
gladiator
Pop
shit
on
records,
I'll
cut
your
fingers
off
later
When
I'm
alone
in
my
room
Sometimes
I
stare
at
the
wall
And
in
the
back
of
my
mind
I
hear
my
conscience
call
Keith
Murray
When
I'm
alone
in
my
room
Sometimes
I
stare
at
the
wall
And
in
the
back
of
my
mind
I
hear
my
conscience
call
Keith
Murray
Pump
the
new
smash
platinum
single
the
thug
star
spangled
banner
Illustratin'
grammar
in
a
hostile
manner
Texas
chainsaw
cuts
hard
to
the
core
Makin'
sure,
they
don't
try
to
battle
me
no
more
You
seem
to
believe,
all
you
need
is
a
rhyme
and
a
dream
To
defeat
the
all
time
great
microphone
supreme
But
wake
up
'cuz
you
playin'
with
the
game
of
death
I'll
smoke
your
body,
ashes
in
a
blunt
and
leave
no
evidence
left
Straight
ashes
ashes,
dust
to
dust
I
got
you
in
my
clutch,
there's
nothing
further
more
to
discuss
And
it's
scary
though
when
the
eeriest
voice
on
the
radio
Is
in
your
hometown
doin'
the
show
With
the
technique
that
I'm
usin'
choosin'
Abusin'
Got
more
flow
than
D'Angelo
crusin'
With
poisonous
venom
Oh
my
God,
I
get
in
'em
Turn
'em
out
give
'em
something
good
to
talk
about
When
I'm
alone
in
my
room
Sometimes
I
stare
at
the
wall
And
in
the
back
of
my
mind
I
hear
my
conscience
call
Keith
Murray
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