文本歌词

It's goona be that it's gonna be that s**t
Lounge homeboy you in the danger zone
X8
Keith Murray is this mic phychosis
I break your best rappers off thousands of pieces
I'm on some other s**t 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***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
The Def Squad MC's is s**ttin' 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**t 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**kers 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&160 **ounce jugs
In the realms of the danger
Bust the contrast and how I forecast
Supersonic hyperphonic goin' on that a*s paragraph
With the million dollar bionic metaphoric lyrical math
Generating off the chronic
By cooling in the dark path and the d**g rath of the ath
And the ill s**t that I craft
It's labeled as sick logic to the critics of the did**ks
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 d**e s**t for masses and non believers
Like spiral passes to butter finger wide recievers
As my photo type sound gays leis and h*es my style probe
To the farthest reaches of the globe
Payin' dues got me cockin' tools you f**kin' fools
I'm rippin' crew and no exception to the the god d**n rules
This is danger