Yeah, this the build up, oh no, you knew we was coming back   But you ain't know we was coming back like this   C'mon, it's gon' be a problem ya'll   Yeah, uh huh, Keith Murray, uh huh, Def Jam, yeah, Def Squad   Keith Murray gon' make you go uh, uh, uh, uh   Yeah, Def Squad gonna make you go ah, ooh, ooh, ah      I come on stomping mud holes in tracks like Timbaland   The producer and the booth, niggas so don't get cute   I come through in the coupe with the chopped off roof   Humiliate you then blast you in your birthday suit      You a small side order of apple cider   I'm a three hots in a cot dungeon rider   My hardcore street team crash the party with Def Jam   And incorporate murda like Gotti      How about in back of the yellow cab like Seinfeld   Chew you like little neck clams on half shells   I got a hypochondriac flow that get real ill   Get nauseous to the beat, I spit sick at will      And the time has come and your shit is sour   You need to turn your flow up an hour   Give you a permanent lean, like the Pisa Tower   With a hoes that will wet you down like a cold shower      Yo we got the shit on lock, uh huh   Come through and blast the spot, yeah man   And my name is the record, so check it, when I put it on record   Everybody say, "Oh, my goodness"      And my folks if you with me where you at? Yes sir   If you love what I'm doing holla back, talk to me   And when I step on the scene, a lean mean wrecking machine   Everybody scream, "Oh, my goodness"      And yeah, I hear you talking motherfucker write the check   And if you in the house then protect your neck   I'm 'Mister see you anywhere it's gon' be a showdown'   So ya'll better have lyrics when I come 'round      'Cause I ain't lost a battle since God knows when   Some niggas tried to front but they gots no win   Taught how to prevent to lose and handle the win   Like birds are made to fly and fish made to swim      Wait a minute, homie you don't really know me, homie   I'll take you to a picnic boy you lunch meat   With my dazzling appearance and my world wide clearance   I am treacherous, inferior, impermanent, impetuous      I rock like an archaeologist   Draw a picture like a forensic artist, perform like a dramatist   I'm fabulously wicked, miraculous   Rustic, majestic, ridiculous, oh, my goodness      Yo we got the shit on lock, uh huh   Come through and blast the spot, yeah man   And my name is the record, so check it, when I put it on record   Everybody say, "Oh, my goodness"      And my folks if you with me where you at? Yes sir   If you love what I'm doing holla back, talk to me   And when I step on the scene, a lean mean wrecking machine   Everybody scream, "Oh, my goodness"      Keith Murray gon' make you go uh, uh, uh, uh   Def Squad gon' make you go ah, ooh, ooh, ah   Oh, my goodness   Keith Murray gon' make you go uh, uh, uh, uh   Yeah, Def Squad gon' make you go ah, ooh, ooh, ah   Oh, my goodness      And you in line motherfucker like them people in court   So when I see you I'm a pop your top like a cork   I pack flow like ammo, spit like camels   Come through and bless your whole crew like achoo      But some still wanna holla, pop they collar   Fucking with me like I run a funeral parlor   Linguist, lyricist out for chips like Estrada   Bilingual emcees even couldn't even couldn't do me nada      With this mic I'm handy, flows be dandy   It's a full moon and hoes wanna fuck like Brandy   Yeah, I've been hated on, you probably heard it   And I kicked their little ass but them niggas deserved it      And I'm still in the hood and I still rep the hood   Still tee'ing off for a long green like Tiger Woods   I ain't even gotta say it, ya'll know when it's hot   So ya'll go back up in the vocal box      Yo we got the shit on lock, uh huh   Come through and blast the spot, yeah man   And my name is the record, so check it, when I put it on record   Everybody say, "Oh, my goodness"      And my folks if you with me, where you at? Yes sir   If you love what I'm doing holla back, talk to me   And when I step on the scene, a lean mean wrecking machine   Everybody scream, "Oh, my goodness"      Uh, uh, uh, uh, ah, ooh, ooh, ah, oh, my goodness   Keith Murray gon' make you go uh, uh, uh, uh   Yeah, Def Squad gon' make you go ah, ooh, ooh, ah   Oh, my goodness      Yo, what up this is DJ Already Dead   This going down, you know who that is   That's Keith Murray in your ass   Nigga like a hemorrhoid      It's going down, all you young ass niggas   Understand this these are classics   I don't care how much money you give to the radio station   You ain't never gonna be this hot, oh, my goodness