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

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

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

And pass it to the
They me 5 mic checks and all due respect
So fill it up and check the antifreeze
'Cause this nigga Keith drop mad

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

As my airy reigns through the galaxy
I gets busy and takes 3
I'm the MC on this side of the peninsula
Stuck in the perimeter like a

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

The Def MC's is shittin' on your new transmitters
Not quitters now
Runnin' deep like rivers, 'em up, what is
My delivers, which is givin' crews the

I'm like a mad with this son
I concock shit that'll bust the sun
I got the stunky, funky, illest flow
For the glamorous scandalous world of

So how you want? or ceelo?
I gets deep like cavity crates
Rockin' motherfuckers directly to
A tybarrious without a pause for the cause

And no claws the is the son of noise
But peace to the hardcore the raw
Bug youngblood thugs, strong as 64 ounce jugs
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 on that ass paragraph
With the million dollar bionic, metaphoric, math
off the chronic

By in the dark path and the drug rath of the ath
And the ill shit that I
labeled as sick logic to the critics of the didicks
But don't know the half of the half

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

Like goin' outta style tomorrow
My style is coming from south and cross yonder
I drop the dope shit for and non-believers
Like spiral passes to butter finger wide

As my photo sound gays, leis and hoes
My style probe to the farthest reaches of the
Payin' dues got me cockin' tools, you fools
I'm rippin' and no exception to the the goddamn rules
is danger

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