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

Lounge homeboy, you in the zone
Lounge homeboy, you in the zone
Lounge homeboy, you in the zone
Lounge homeboy, you in the danger

homeboy, you in the danger zone
Lounge homeboy, you in the danger
Lounge homeboy, you in the zone
homeboy, you in the danger zone

Keith Murray is this mic
I your best rappers off thousands of pieces
I'm on some other shit wigs with my penmanship
Kick flows harder then the music, so feel in your head and

And it to the next
They me 5 mic checks and all due respect
So please it up and check the antifreeze
'Cause this nigga drop mad degrees

I launch missiles when I talk with permiscuesus
like Mr. Romp
From New York unto the world
I walk MC's like walked on water

As my airy frequency through the galaxy
I easily busy and takes 3
I'm the nicest MC on this side of the
Stuck in the perimeter like a

Lounge homeboy, you in the danger
Lounge homeboy, you in the zone
homeboy, you in the danger zone

The Def Squad MC's is shittin' on your new
Not now forgetters
Runnin' like rivers, word 'em up, what is
My delivers, which is givin' the shivers

I'm like a mad scientist this son
I concock some shit that'll the sun
I got the stunky, funky, funk flow
For the glamorous scandalous of radio

So how you want? Headcreads or
I gets deep like cavity crates
Rockin' motherfuckers to sleep
A tybarrious rebel without a pause for the

And no claws the style is the son of
But to the hardcore the outlaw raw
Bug youngblood thugs, strong as [Incomprehensible] 64 ounce
In the realms of the

Lounge homeboy, you in the danger
homeboy, you in the danger zone
Lounge homeboy, you in the danger

the contrast and how I forecast
Supersonic, hyperphonic goin' on that ass
With the million dollar bionic, metaphoric, math
off the chronic

By cooling in the dark path and the rath of the ath
And the ill shit that I
It's as sick logic to the critics of the didicks
But they know the half of the half

The apparatus of a maddisist
I conquer up a new style, puffin' ganja the hook
Causin' more with my mouth then the stealth bomber
every style in the book

Like it's goin' outta style
My style is coming from down and cross yonder
I drop the dope for masses and non-believers
Like spiral to butter finger wide receivers

As my photo type sound gays, leis and
My style probe to the reaches of the globe
Payin' dues got me cockin' tools, you fools
I'm rippin' crew and no to the the goddamn rules
This is

Lounge homeboy, you in the danger
Lounge homeboy, you in the zone
homeboy, you in the danger zone
Lounge homeboy, you in the zone