Keith Murray Danger Lyrics

[Intro:]
It's gonna be that, it's gonna be that s___..

*siren*

[Hook:]
{Lounge homeboy you in the danger zone} (X8)

[Keith Murray]
Keith Murray is this mic phychosis
I break your best rapper off thousands of pieces
I'm on some other s___, splittin' wigs with my penmanship
Kick flows harder then the music
So feel in your head and chest and pass it to the next
They gave me 5 mic checks and all due respect
So please, fill it up and check the anitfreeze
Cause this n____ Keith drop mad degrees
I launch tomahawk missles when I talk with Permiscuesus
Intelligence like Mr. Romp
From New York unto the world over
I walk MC's like Jesus walked on water
As my airy frequency reigns through the galaxy
I easily gets busy and takes three
I'm the nicest MC on this side of the pennisula
Stuck in the perimeter like a ninja.

[Hook X3]

The Def Squad MC's is s___tin' on your new transmitters
Not quiters now forgetters
Runnin' deep like rivers (word 'em up) what is
My delivers, which is, givin' crews the shivers
I'm like a mad scientist with this, son
I concock some s___ that'll bust the sun
I got the stunky funky illest funk flow
for the glamorous scandalous world of radio
So how you want it, headcreads or ceelo?
I gets root deep like cavity cretes
Rockin' m_________ers directly to sleep
A tybarrious rebel without a pause for the cause
and no claws, the style is the son of noise
Peace to the hardcore, the outlaw raw
Bug youngblood thugs, strong as ? 64 ounce jugs
In the realms of the danger.

[Hook X3]

Bust the contrast and how I forecast
Supersonic hyperphonic goin' on that a__ paragraph
With the million dollar bionic metaphoric lyrical math
Generating off the chronic
By cooling in the dark path and the drug rath of the ath
and the ill s___ that I craft
It's labeled as sick logic to the critics of the didicks
But they don't know the half of the half
The apparatus status of a maddisist
I conqure up a new style puffin' ganja
Over the hook causin' more trama with my mouth
than the stealth bomber killing every style in the book
Like it's goin' outta style tomorrow
My style is coming from down south and cross yonder
I drop the dope s___ for masses and non-believers
Like spiral passes to b___er finger wide recievers
As my photo type sound gays leis and hoes my style probe
To the farthest reaches of the globe
Payin' dues got me c___in' tools, you f___in' fools
I'm rippin' crew and no exception to the the god d___ rules
This is danger.

[Hook X4]