Dangerous Ground - Keith Murray

Yo, you think them niggas out there impress me?

Don’t none of that shit impress me

Oh, I’m supposed to listen cause they on the radio?

Psssh, I’m ready

I got, nuttin to lose in the world to gain

I leave you slain and make your family relocate and change their names

Like the West coast say, I’m bout the?

macolay?

Niggas be slippin when I be flippin and I’ll see you next trip

Cause revenge is a motherfucker payback is a bitch

Especially when I’m comin in with that Def Squad click

Can you relate to an intense, motherfucker

Gridiron mic cuffer, terror to the jugular

Smother all the others, punk motherfuckers

But I’mma keep it real, cause me and you is brothers

It’ll happen so fast boy you won’t stand a chance

Cause the L.O.D.

put in work like red ants

And when I walk by Curtis Mayfield the draft

And spell the full limp love is just like Shaft

Shit I craft, is harder than Chinese math

Plus I lay you down for standing on Dangerous Ground

Chorus: Keith Murray, 50 Grand (with variations)

Aiyyo you’re standing on Dangerous Ground

Too close to the crown

Let’s see if you know the bounds

I said you’re standing on Dangerous Ground

Too close to the crown

Let’s see if you know the bounds

Aiyyo y’all standing on Dangerous Ground

Too close to the crown

Let’s see if you know the bounds

Yo kid you standing on Dangerous Ground

Too close to the crown

Let’s see if you know the bounds

Let’s embark on this mission like Black Indiana Jones

Is eatin Pookie sandwiches and smokin chronic bones

See I kill it a little, then leave it alone

Let my man 50 G drag it into his zone

Now 50 Grand’s in the room and Legion of Doom

And if you sayin Def Squad’s the bomb then I’ll assume

It’s takes brain splittin compositions, makin incisions

Dranin the blood up out silly niggas, like morticians

Now I’mma mack out and pimp the rhythm like Too $hort and Dru Down

And wait for what go around to come around

And beat it in the head with this, send em off into the unknown

In and out of conciousness, kind of like

A hip-hop microphone hypnotic

Specialist in gettin inside artists, sick word analyst

World’s most foul freestylist

C’mon man y’all niggas know y’all can’t get with this

Chorus: Keith Murray, 50 Grand (with variations)

Aiyyo you’re standing on Dangerous Ground

Too close to the crown

Let’s see if you know the bounds

I said you’re standing on Dangerous Ground

Too close to the crown

Let’s see if you know the bounds

Aiyyo y’all standing on Dangerous Ground

Too close to the crown

Let’s see if you know the bounds

Yo kid you standing on Dangerous Ground

Too close to the crown

Let’s see if you know the bounds

And kill the noise playboys cause we have no flaws

We employ hits the whole family can enjoy

I’ll be masterin the Funk like Flex, mentally

Etchin and Sketchin, speakin with my hands like Terminator X and

Scheme and get choked out like Radio Raheem

My team’ll put you to sleep and let you dream

I’m not down with the East West coast controversy

Me say you you say me, across the country makin millis

I’ll be glad to see a brother get paid for hard work

But instead y’all steady tryin to ditch up the dirt

Yeah niggas still tryin to toss salt in the game

And y’all done read my name graffitied in the walls of fame

Let me explain niggas die for fame in this game my name’s

Like a migraine, rappers get banged out the frame

See some funny style niggas in the house tonight

With posses too thin to win, and too light to fight

Think twice

Chorus: Keith Murray, 50 Grand (with variations)

Aiyyo you’re standing on Dangerous Ground

Too close to the crown

Let’s see if you know the bounds

I said you’re standing on Dangerous Ground

Too close to the crown

Let’s see if you know the bounds

Aiyyo y’all standing on Dangerous Ground

Too close to the crown

Let’s see if you know the bounds

Yo kid you standing on Dangerous Ground

Too close to the crown

Let’s see if you know the bounds

I had the last watch and y’all niggas on the corner pumpin gas

Nervous like you lyin to a polygraph

Come see a real show, cut off your flow, killin you slow

One time for L.O., I’m like a thief, in your window

Or catch us in the streets, herdin like cattle

Defeatin rappers without contracts and battles, swingin like Mickey Mantle

Niggas trippin like they wanna be me

Challenge Def Squad, L.O.D.

you livin Dangerously