[Lyric] Off Key Radio Version (Gauge the Mental Murderah)

[Intro: Gauge The Mental Murderah]
Yes, Gauge-uh
S&J Entertainment

[Verse 1: Gauge The Mental Murderah]
Yo yo, DK and Mince give me a swig
Under furrow, dig, I beat a nig
Decide to live big like a rig
And dress jig but life's tough
So I write rough rhymes to cuff
'Nough suckas that play my bluff
The mental murder, rough
So put on your bulletproof cap
Like little dappers in your group homes
So yap when I'm there, not on a dead issue
On point means I won't miss you
Rippin' through brain tissue
Like a surgeon in a urge and don't splurge
And been breakin' down cribs is like the roof was a virgin
It's Gauge-uh in the ager, major drama
Yet I remain calmer than Al Pacino in the mob drama
I'm a MC that's off key, off key MC I be
Be I, see I camouflage like G.I. Joe
So you popo won't know it's me
Mentally I be off key
[Chorus x7: Gauge The Mental Murderah]
I go off key

[Verse 2: Gauge The Mental Murderah]
Check the technique, unique
Tec flow leavin' MC's petro
Like gritted foe I put the first blow below the belt
I felt your fear, so while in peer
Your vision with the incision of my career
And you are nowhere near seein' me
Like Donald Trump tryin' to catch a cab at 0 degree
Client shit, my spit is worth more than corporate sheers
Far from the norm, makin' cheers and drink much beers
[?] quick, mental links the click
Murder you with a wick, pen my penmanship sick
Take your pick, hit the deck or walk the plank
Is to becomin' up blank like a Vietnam vet's bank book
It took years so before the smoke clears
All gaspin' peers take a deep breath and choke to death
Don't give a F-uck about your plea
I be mentally, mentally I be off key

[Chorus x7: Gauge The Mental Murderah]
I go off key

[Interlude: Gauge The Mental Murderah]
Many others tried to compete
But they never could stand the heat
Fire it up off the brandy
It's me!
[Verse 3: Gauge The Mental Murderah]
Bring it back to focus, Flatbush Brooklyn has no jokers
Just weed smokers and stock brokers that will take your stock
And leave you broke stickin', that's when the friction kicks in
The brain's jurisdiction like the Knicks in the 4th quarter
No order but you sleepin', there be a man slaughter
Now that I got you open I oughtta
[?] killa flow
[?] what you know
Defeatin' me at 0, -1 that can't be done
You hear 'cause all I fear is a hooker in dirty underwear
Stand clear, beware
Be the plus the be
I be the MC that's mentally off key

[Chorus x7: Gauge The Mental Murderah]
Off key

[Outro x3: Gauge The Mental Murderah]
Off key