Keith Murray - Danger Lyrics
Intro:Its goona be that, its gonna be that shitHook:Lounge homeboy you in the danger zone (x8)Verse 1:Keith murray is this mic phychosisI break your best rappers off thousands of piecesIm on some other shit splittin wigs with my penmanshipKick flows harder then the music so feel in your head and chestAnd pass it to the nextThey gave me 5 mic checks and all due respectSo please fill it up and check the anitfreezeCause this nigga keith drop mad degreesI launch tomahawk missles when I talk with permiscuesusIntelligence like mr. rompFrom new york unto the world overI walk mcs like jesus walked on waterAs my airy frequency reigns through the galaxyI easily gets busy and takes 3Im the nicest mc on this side of the pennisulaStuck in the perimeter like a ninjaHookVerse 2:The def squad mcs is shittin on your new transmittersNot quiters now forgettersRunnin deep like rivers (word em up) what isMy delivers, which is, givin crews the shiversIm like a mad scientist with this sonI con***** some shit thatll bust the sunI got the stunky funky illest funk flowFor the glamorous scandalous world of radioSo how you want? headcreads or ceelo?I gets root deep like cavity cretesRockin mother*****ers directly to sleepA tybarrious rebel without a pause for the causeAnd no claws the style is the son of noisePeace to the hardcore the outlaw rawBug youngblood thugs, strong as ? 64 ounce jugsIn the realms of the dangerHookVerse 3:Bust the contrast and how I forecastSupersonic hyperphonic goin on that ass paragraphWith the million dollar bionic metaphoric lyrical mathGenerating off the chronicBy cooling in the dark path and the drug rath of the athAnd the ill shit that I craftIts labeled as sick logic to the critics of the didicksBut they dont know the half of the halfThe apperatus status of a maddisistI conqure up a new style puffin ganja, over the hookCausin more trama with my mouth then the stealth bomberKilling every style in the bookLike its goin outta style tomorrowMy style is coming from down south and cross yonderI drop the dope shit for masses and non-believersLike spiral passes to butter finger wide recieversAs my photo type sound gays leis and hoes my style probeTo the farthest reaches of the globePayin dues got me *****in tools, you *****in foolsIm rippin crew and no exception to the the God damn rulesThis is dangerHook
