Intro:
It's goona be that, it's gonna be that sh**
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 sh** splittin' wigs with my penmanship
Kick flows harder then the music so feel in your head and chest
And pa** 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***a 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 pennisula
Stuck in the perimeter like a ninja
Hook
Verse 2:
The Def Squad MC's is sh**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 conco*k some sh** 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' motherf**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
Verse 3:
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 sh** 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
k**ing 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 sh** for ma**es and non-believers
Like spiral pa**es to bu*ter 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 co*kin' tools, you f**in' fools
I'm rippin' crew and no exception to the the god damn rules
This is danger
Hook