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It's gonna be that shit, that shit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So how you Headcreads or ceelo?
I gets root deep like crates
Rockin' directly to sleep
A rebel without a pause for the cause

And no claws the is the son of noise
But to the hardcore the outlaw raw
Bug youngblood thugs, strong as 64 ounce jugs
In the of the danger

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

Bust the and how I forecast
Supersonic, goin' on that ass paragraph
With the dollar bionic, metaphoric, lyrical math
off the chronic

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

The apparatus status of a
I up a new style, puffin' ganja over the hook
Causin' more trauma with my mouth the stealth bomber
Killing style in the book

Like goin' outta style tomorrow
My style is coming from down south and yonder
I drop the dope shit for masses and
Like spiral to butter finger wide receivers

As my photo type gays, leis and hoes
My style probe to the farthest 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
homeboy, you in the danger zone
Lounge homeboy, you in the danger
Lounge homeboy, you in the zone