Call My Name

Ha, ha, ha. This is Dr. Trevis, coming to you live

In this motherfucker, Keith Murray. L.O.D.

From the city niggaz, ha ha ha...

Keith Murray's still coming from the north, south, east, west (yes)

Obsesssed with my success will make me crack your treasure chest (yes)

Hot tales of terror slip from my lip clearer

Slip up the L.O.D. will be behind you in the mirror

I make MC's go from regular to fantasize

Realize my Squad be categorized

I think the devil's in this beat, fuckin with my speech

Makin me do his dirty work

Makin niggaz kill each other on the streets

Mo murder, mo murder

Make no mistake, baby L.O.D. traditional

Don't make me have to come lookin for you

So, see what I'm sayin and watch your mouth

Cause my motherfuckin Squad hits the streets like a blackout

What is exactly real? What is represent?

I see MC's down and get in my last hits (bitch)

Niggaz be around like "Yeah"

That's what you get for jumping in the ring with a bear

Call my name and I'll come runnin, gunnin

All ya'll bummin niggaz will get done in

My Squad comes in all shapes, sizes and colors

All you niggaz seem to hate us but your baby's mothers love us

I'm the grand royal, hard to wear and tear

Rap specimen, pissin on all you mere peasants

With virtuality, poetry I successfully

Bring crews agony in virtual reality

See, first I puzzle your brain like The Riddler

Then, I catch you in the gut like Jack the Ripper

I'm the hot mustard dipper, money getter, mic gripper

Wack MC get rid of nigga

I take it to the extreme, and overkill like Dramamine

Y'all niggaz is sweet like jellybeans

Plus I knew your punk ass was soft

I see you in the street, you try to talk my fuckin ear off

I'm the high wrecka, mic checka

Wilin out like Red Hot Chili Peppers

I got def-ly breath control, with sick vocabulary making MC's nervous.

Boy I'll do you plenty

Which MC is in my category, if any, not many

See you thought like Nellie, now you shit like jelly

After the surgeoun is finished stitchin up that belly

Niggaz want to get ill, I'll take it to stainless steel

And show em how it feel

You laugin at Keith? You're crying at yourself

Cause beef with Keith is bad for your health

Them bitch ass niggaz tried to catch me for my self

I licked nine shots and jetted off in my Stealth