Artist: Jamal f/ 50 Grand, Kel-Vicious, Keith Murray Album: Last Chance, No Breaks Song: Genetic For Terror Typed by: Timm2014@hotmail.com [Keith Murray] I'm talking to you niggas on the north, south, east and west Fuck with Mally G and get a hole in your chest I'm dropping enthusiastic metaphoric-type lines The baddest nigga to ever come out of from the crib and rhyme Rappers fall prey to my deep meditation As I break their ass up like abbreviation I stepped to the microphone and shouted Girls, who's got it Can kiss my ass and make a love song about it [50 Grand] I'm off the wall from every phrase that's said I black the fuck out, hunting rapper, like the Pumpkinhead I come from the deep side, with Def squad in the basement My style's been on deathwatch, like suicide patients Cause 50 Grand sparks the illest level With the sickest craft I contact more skills then the devil Soon as Rock makes the ingredients Blend baking rappers in the oven like little Ginger Bread Men [Jamal] Def squad representin' Get's no rougher then this Lyricist Killa scene with the guillotine Showing them execution rap style from juvenile Across the border with alphabetical disorder In slaughter Increasing pain Insane, deranged Motherfucker, blowing their brain on different terrains I take a fake ass nigga and toast his ass And leave him numb, like multiple sclerosis Blam [Kel-Vicious] I'll be that funky, psycho, lyrical maniac I run around crazy Their huffing and their puffin' could never faze me Cause I'll be, Kel-Vicious I get lifted pay per view Read my guide though Hot damn, the funk is homicidal Now, who died Looking at me I ain't nobody I'm just that little nigga who'll be fucking up the party I will snuff the DJ, my lifestyle is grim And niggas get blasted in the mix like phlegm Check it [Chorus: repeat 8X] Genetic for terror [Kel-Vicious] Don't ever cross My style is rougher then up north And I'll never take a loss Kel stay on course I've been living off the raw dog shit Type of more-and-more shit A lot of MCs lost it I'm here to terrorize the hardcore in the underground Niggas back down or you'll get smacked down On the real This nigga's a motherfuckin' trooper I sleep with the Luga And blast at intruders [50 Grand] I walked the streets manic-depressed You can't fuck with my steps I swing stab wounds to your chest To put your ass in deep check So who's trying to see, Legion Of Doom, Def Squad Leave niggas restin' in peace, like a motherfuckin' graveyard I'll split your cranium Take your bullshit agenda Twist you head off, like Dr. Mindbender Who's the suspect, dressed in black Legion Of Doom Down for whatever Bringin' the Genetic For Terror [Keith Murray] Before I even fix my lips to speak, you know what I'm gonna say Something freaky With much word play I walk the face of this Earth Playin' punk pussy motherfuckas out for what it's worth Buckwild like juveniles done blew trial Lockin up with rappers, Roman-Greeco wrestlin' style Plus, there's no such thing as Murray gettin touched Girls jumpin my flow, like double dutch [Jamal] I leave 'em lost, in between resurrection and Judgment Day is where that punk nigga lay And it's deeper then you think And furthermore and whole lot niggas gon' stink Fucking with this, funkabis, nigga from the mist Motherfuckas motionless stiff from paralysis The Def Squad emcees, PPP Full of structural abnormalities And we attack invariably Diss your permanent disabilities I Icecapade like Peggy Fleming over funk beats And lock down the streets