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    Take it to the Streets

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    Take it to the Streets
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      About "Take it to the Streets"

      Lyrics for Keith Murray - "Take it to the Streets"

      You better recognize what.
      Snatchh your fuckin' head from your neck.
      Word up it's the cold blooded sin.
      Strickly murder.
      Legion of Doom 94.
      Word 'em up this is how we do that shit.
      Techs to your record son. Shit.
      Fuck that shit.
      Word 'em up that how we're always been.

      Yo check it, I feel the vibe like Shanet
      Collaborate on niggas brains and bend you ass like a Sinse'
      My death sentense is danger
      I black out like Joe Ripken niggas hittin' the floor like the chamber
      The sick authorist transmits for no repent
      And activate the plan the Pentagon inelligents
      So listen close like musical chairs
      The L.O.D. is deep then the niggas Under The Stairs
      I crack million dollar script like an archetict
      And execute like the chair when I inflict death
      I got the creepiest slang in this galaxy
      And wreck the industry so mysteriously
      Coming with the funk from beneath I creep straight for juggelars
      And twist rap caps for all you motherfuckers
      Walk the bloody streets with 19 shots in the lueger
      Niggas be scared to face 50 Grand like Medusa
      The shit I produce is like gin and juice when it blend
      Scenes from Toni Braxton you'll Never Breath Again
      I rhyme without ability to reason, niggas is guilty of treason
      Who's to blame but the Legion to the Doom

      With punk niggas we got beef so
      (L.O.D. about to take it to the streets)
      On the mic we definatly got beats so
      (L.O.D. about to take it to the streets)

      Roy Jay go the wickedest mystic magestic flow
      From a homicidal clique, Yo E make that psycopathic mix
      I hits for the hecks or the shit that causes conflict in the script
      Beeotch my style set on fire to touch Venus
      My soul seeks the universe while I'm sleepin'
      I'm creepin' makin' myself develop with the chronic
      Electronic Million Dollar Man the mic bionic
      So you can feel it in your nerves when I blast off into the suburbs
      Conduct like ? with electrofying words
      I freak to them suicidal tracks break backs
      Niggas scarred fakin' fuckin' heart atttacks
      Oooh when I'm comin' through the crowd
      Niggas want static yo I got the gun pazoow, wizoow, word up

      I got the slaughter for your brains drive you insain
      Fuck that shit

      The moderation incobation of my creation
      Is instantaniously with my vocabulation accumulation
      Trust me as I bust thee, lyrical homicidal shit from Keith Murray
      If I had twenty four hours to live and one wish
      I wouldn't wish for no damn lifesavers
      I'd start going wild like Larry Davis
      The funk speach vigalante from the L.O.D.
      Gets funky freakly and freaky fluently
      And deep as Greek mythology on level Z
      Theres six million ways to die
      And eight million stories in the naked city and all them shits are lies
      So I keep my wittiest ironist hidious
      Psychosis bloodiest flow decitious
      Comin' from out this orbit deep space 9's wiggle my shit
      Meltin' crew down like synthetic acid
      Come half steppin' fession' through a section
      And get the midsection of your brain drain
      With mad man expression, no quesion and no second guessin'

      Yo forty dreams and blunts for witches.
      Yeah that's what we got for them niggas.
      Yo lets get on it get off it.
      L.O.D. we won't forfit.
      A-yo check it out.
      L.O.D. is the niggas man.
      A-yo put your money where your mouth is at nigga yeah.
      I have you rockin' dazie dukes and Reebok pumps nigga yeah, yeah.
      L.O.D. style for 94 yeah and it's on

      SONGWRITERS:
      SERMON, ERICK S. / MURRAY, KEITH OMAR / DELIN, GERALD / JOSEPH, RON
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