Danger Lyrics - Singles - Keith Murray

Intro: 

It's goona be that, it's gonna be that shit 

Hook: 

Lounge homeboy you in the danger zone (x8) 

Verse 1: 

Keith Murray is this mic phychosis 

I break your best rappers off thousands of pieces 

I'm on some other shit 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 nigga 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 3 

I'm the nicest MC on this side of the peninsula 

Stuck in the perimeter like a ninja 

Hook 

Verse 2: 

The Def Squad MC's is shittin' 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 shit that'll bust the sun 

I got the stunky funky illest funk flow 

For the glamorous scandalous world of radio 

So how you want? Headcreads or ceelo? 

I gets root deep like cavity cretes 

Rockin' motherfuckers 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 

Verse 3: 

Bust the contrast and how I forecast 

Supersonic hyperphonic goin' on that ass 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 shit 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 apperatus status of a maddisist 

I conqure up a new style puffin' ganja, over the hook 

Causin' more trama with my mouth then 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 shit for masses and non-believers 

Like spiral passes to butter finger wide receivers 

As my photo type sound gays leis and hoes my style probe 

To the farthest reaches of the globe 

Payin' dues got me cockin' tools, you fuckin' fools 

I'm rippin' crew and no exception to the the god damn rules 

This is danger 

Hook