[Intro: Method Man]
"Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I—"

[Verse 1: Keith Murray]
As I numb your cranium with a paragraph
Inorganic mechanics enters your nerve staphs with a beat
Emotionally influencing energy trapped in your subconscious mind to take it to the streets
Get defeated and beated into a quadriplegic or a paraplegic, kid, believe it
Notice the pain in your thrombosis while you focus and quote this
Viciousness, dopeness
My style is a foreign object catchin' more wreck than a streetsweeper or a TEC
Protect and serve, vex, and catch a cardiac arrest
Flex, and I'll make your brain hotter than Waco, Tex—
See, biters and neophyters might try this
But y'all niggas know who's style is Trump tightest
I'll throw you to your death
'Cause you was never fresh with your nasty dragon breath

[Chorus: Keith Murray, Method Man, Guru]
Keith Murray's comin' from the north, south, east and left
"Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I—"
Keith Murray
"Mad brothers know his name"
"Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt—"
Keith Murray's comin' from the north, south, east and left
"Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I—"
Keith Murray
"Mad brothers know his name"
"Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt—"

[Verse 2: Keith Murray]
My style is so whatever, straight up terriers
Go wild in the metropolitan areas
I come from less than zero (What?)
With more compelling drama than Robert DeNiro
I create all state plates, get it straight
Tailgate and I'll bleed you like some brakes
When E.D. drop them ebonies and ivories
It's definitely funkology and mission impossible to see me
Your parade with this Grade A charade is a decade
Can't be played like an arcade
You could get a psychiatric diagnosis
And a smack for tryna come close to this
I catch temper, hyper tantrums with the drums and the rumble
You stumble with a humble and crumble
My style flows every area code
And we all knows how the story goes

[Chorus: Keith Murray, Method Man, Guru]
Keith Murray's comin' from the north, south, east and left
"Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I—"
Keith Murray
"Mad brothers know his name"
"Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt—"
Keith Murray's comin' from the north, south, east and left
"Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I—"
Keith Murray
"Mad brothers know his name"
"Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt—"

[Verse 3: Keith Murray]
But when I come, I come like God in the flesh
So no question, it's the brother in practical essence
The way we do, you disrespect one member from my crew
And them sound like fightin' words from us to you
Out the blue, I take their swine minds for a walk through Timbuktu
With my Timbo shoes
My concrete samples tramples your illusions
In conclusion to gettin' beat into oblivions (Nevertheless)
Nevertheless, I pack a vest like Reggie
Givin' any asshole in drawers a wedgie (Redman)
With that supremacy, intelligency empathy
Roll it on niggas like TNT
Intentionally, Murray increases headaches, backaches and agony
I'll leave your style in critical C3
I suggest we let's sit down and hold a presser
Smoke a whole pound of stress 'cause the cess wilin'

[Chorus: Keith Murray, Method Man, Guru]
Keith Murray's comin' from the north, south, east and left
"Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I—"
Keith Murray
"Mad brothers know his name"
"Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt—"
Keith Murray's comin' from the north, south, east and left
"Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I—"
Keith Murray
"Mad brothers know his name"
"Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt—"
Don't worry, don't worry, don't worry
Keith Murray's comin' from the north, south, east and left
"Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I—"
Keith Murray
"Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt—"
Keith Murray's comin' from the north, south, east and left
"Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I—"
Gettin' harder than I thought — Keith Murray's
"Hittin' you from every ang—"