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Keith Murray
Yo, you think them out there impress me?
Don't none of that s**t 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?
be slippin when I be flippin and I'll see you next trip
Cause revenge is a motherfker payback is a b*tch
Especially when I'm coin with that Def Squad click
Can you relate to an intense, motherfker
Gridiron mic cuffer, terror to the jugular
Smother all the others, punk motherfkers
But I'ma 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'll draft
And spell the full limp love is just like s haft
s**t 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
Keith Murray
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
50 Grand
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 , like morticians
Keith Murray
Now I'ma mack out and pimp the rhythm like Too USDhort 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 know y'all can't get with this
Chorus
Keith Murray
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
50 Grand
Yeah still tryin to toss salt in the game
And y'all done read my name graffitied in the walls of fame
Let me explain die for fame in this game my name's
like a migraine, rappers get banged out the frame
See some funny style in the house tonight
With posses too thin to win, and too light to fight
Think twice
Chorus
Keith Murray
I had the last watch and y'all on the corner pumpin gas
Nervous like you lyin to a polygraph
50 Grand
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
Keith Murray
Or catch us in the streets, herdin like cattle
Defeatin rappers without contracts and battles, swingin like Mickey Mantle
50 Grand
trippin like they wanna be me
Challenge Def Squad, L.O.D. you livin Dangerously
