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Four years out of Oklahoma City, drafted from Providence\n  The NBA is my niche, ask Bill Fitch\n  I'm sincere, I'm over here, scouts\n  Pullin' up in the double-breast suits\n  They watchin' me in the elegant gear, like Bob Lanier\n\n  Who cares about Sony and Sanyo?\n  You sound whack when you callin' me a pioneer\n  Listen to me, you must have an iron ear\n\n  Death blows burn off your earlobe, you cry in fear\n  With a fat stomach y'all accumulate from buyin' beer\n\n  Pabst Blue Ribbon, I turned down\n\n  While monkeys get controlled by ladies, I ride taxis quickly\n  Pass Thanksgiving, skip Christmas\n  New Years, your girl leave her panties in the kitchen\n\n  Impressions of Delfonics\n  Black Ivory, I'm supersonic (Impressions, what?)\n  Impressions of Delfonics\n  Black Ivory, I'm supersonic (Impressions, what?)\n  Impressions of Delfonics\n  Black Ivory, I'm supersonic (Impressions, what?)\n  Impressions of Delfonics\n  Black Ivory, I'm supersonic (Impressions, what?)\n\n  They say you never get a first chance to make a second impression\n\n  Keith and Keith keep psychics guessin'\n  And fortunes tellin', tellin' stories of how we swellin'\n  Motherfuckers who keep shit gellin'\n\n  And fortune tellers keep tellin' stories\n  Of how Keith Murray and Kool Keith be gellin'\n\n  We helped the man to the cross, they nailed us\n  He would hug the first stone, please prevail us\n  We go bananas from New York to Yonkers\n  Chillin' in the Chocolate Factory with Willy Wonka\n  On the airplane, I was the only black face\n  But somehow, I wasn't out of place\n  I pull it, you bite the bullet from the blindside\n  I go rawhide on Sandra Bullock\n  It's the eloquence of diligence\n  Depressin' aggression, obsession and compulsiveness\n\n  Impressions of Delfonics\n  Black Ivory, I'm supersonic (Impressions, what?)\n  Impressions of Delfonics\n  Black Ivory, I'm supersonic (Impressions, what?)\n  Impressions of Delfonics\n  Black Ivory, I'm supersonic (Impressions, what?)\n\n  These events don't matter anyway\n  They end up not looked at anymore\n  Like a kid who gets bored with they Play-Doh play\n\n  She sing and move with two left feet\n  I never understand a word she say\n  TV got a good background\n  Extra flashy lights behind they unfunky sound\n\n  That's what the public feed off, gerbil and hamster food\n  I'd rather go in the Hustler Club, eat some popcorn\n  White girls with skinny legs and breast implants dance nude\n  False lap dancers, I tell you, Larry Parker law firm\n  You'll get sued\n  Rappers with weak performances, I'm collectin' your union dues\n  Once every five minutes, I make my rounds\n  See you up there like Tiffany Minix\n\n  See you up there like Tiffany\n\n  Impressions of Delfonics\n  Black Ivory, I'm supersonic (Impressions, what?)\n  Impressions of Delfonics\n  Black Ivory, I'm supersonic (Impressions, what?)\n  Impressions of Delfonics\n  Black Ivory, I'm supersonic (Impressions, what?)\n  Impressions of 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Headcreads or ceelo?\nI gets root deep like cavity cretes\nRockin' motherfuckers directly to sleep\nA tybarrious rebel without a pause for the cause\nAnd no claws the style is the son of noise\nPeace to the hardcore the outlaw raw\nBug youngblood thugs, strong as? 64 ounce jugs\nIn the realms of the danger\n\nHook\n\nVerse 3:\nBust the contrast and how I forecast\nSupersonic hyperphonic goin' on that ass paragraph\nWith the million dollar bionic metaphoric lyrical math\nGenerating off the chronic\nBy cooling in the dark path and the drug rath of the ath\nAnd the ill shit that I craft\nIt's labeled as sick logic to the critics of the didicks\nBut they don't know the half of the half\nThe apperatus status of a maddisist\nI conqure up a new style puffin' ganja, over the hook\nCausin' more trama with my mouth then the stealth bomber\nKilling every style in the book\nLike it's goin' outta style tomorrow\nMy style is coming from down south and cross yonder\nI drop the dope shit for masses and non-believers\nLike spiral passes to butter finger wide recievers\nAs my photo type sound gays leis and hoes my style probe\nTo the farthest reaches of the globe\nPayin' dues got me cockin' tools, you fuckin' fools\nI'm rippin' crew and no exception to the the god damn rules\nThis is danger\n\nHook","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Danger\n  artist: Keith Murray\n  album: The Most Beautifullest Hits\n  duration_ms: 215000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Intro:\n  It's goona be that, it's gonna be that shit\n\n  Hook:\n  Lounge homeboy you in the danger zone (x8)\n\n  Verse 1:\n  Keith Murray is this mic phychosis\n  I break your best rappers off thousands of pieces\n  I'm on some other shit splittin' wigs with my penmanship\n  Kick flows harder then the music so feel in your head and chest\n  And pass it to the next\n  They gave me 5 mic checks and all due respect\n  So please fill it up and check the anitfreeze\n  Cause this nigga Keith drop mad degrees\n  I launch tomahawk missles when I talk with permiscuesus\n  Intelligence like Mr. Romp\n  From New York unto the world over\n  I walk MC's like Jesus walked on water\n  As my airy frequency reigns through the galaxy\n  I easily gets busy and takes 3\n  I'm the nicest MC on this side of the pennisula\n  Stuck in the perimeter like a ninja\n\n  Hook\n\n  Verse 2:\n  The Def Squad MC's is shittin' on your new transmitters\n  Not quiters now forgetters\n  Runnin' deep like rivers (word 'em up) what is\n  My delivers, which is, givin' crews the shivers\n  I'm like a mad scientist with this son\n  I concock some shit that'll bust the sun\n  I got the stunky funky illest funk flow\n  For the glamorous scandalous world of radio\n  So how you want? Headcreads or ceelo?\n  I gets root deep like cavity cretes\n  Rockin' motherfuckers directly to sleep\n  A tybarrious rebel without a pause for the cause\n  And no claws the style is the son of noise\n  Peace to the hardcore the outlaw raw\n  Bug youngblood thugs, strong as? 64 ounce jugs\n  In the realms of the danger\n\n  Hook\n\n  Verse 3:\n  Bust the contrast and how I forecast\n  Supersonic hyperphonic goin' on that ass paragraph\n  With the million dollar bionic metaphoric lyrical math\n  Generating off the chronic\n  By cooling in the dark path and the drug rath of the ath\n  And the ill shit that I craft\n  It's labeled as sick logic to the critics of the didicks\n  But they don't know the half of the half\n  The apperatus status of a maddisist\n  I conqure up a new style puffin' ganja, over the hook\n  Causin' more trama with my mouth then the stealth bomber\n  Killing every style in the book\n  Like it's goin' outta style tomorrow\n  My style is coming from down south and cross yonder\n  I drop the dope shit for masses and non-believers\n  Like spiral passes to butter finger wide recievers\n  As my photo type sound gays leis and hoes my style probe\n  To the farthest reaches of the globe\n  Payin' dues got me cockin' tools, you fuckin' fools\n  I'm rippin' crew and no exception to the the god damn rules\n  This is danger\n\n  Hook\n"},{"id":568017,"name":"Danger","trackName":"Danger","artistName":"Keith Murray","albumName":"The Most Beautifullest Thing In This World","duration":215.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro:\nIt's goona be that, it's gonna be that shit\n\nHook:\nLounge homeboy you in the danger zone (x8)\n\nVerse 1:\nKeith Murray is this mic phychosis\nI break your best rappers off thousands of pieces\nI'm on some other shit splittin' wigs with my penmanship\nKick flows harder then the music so feel in your head and chest\nAnd pass it to the next\nThey gave me 5 mic checks and all due respect\nSo please fill it up and check the anitfreeze\nCause this nigga Keith drop mad degrees\nI launch tomahawk missles when I talk with permiscuesus\nIntelligence like Mr. Romp\nFrom New York unto the world over\nI walk MC's like Jesus walked on water\nAs my airy frequency reigns through the galaxy\nI easily gets busy and takes 3\nI'm the nicest MC on this side of the pennisula\nStuck in the perimeter like a ninja\n\nHook\n\nVerse 2:\nThe Def Squad MC's is shittin' on your new transmitters\nNot quiters now forgetters\nRunnin' deep like rivers (word 'em up) what is\nMy delivers, which is, givin' crews the shivers\nI'm like a mad scientist with this son\nI concock some shit that'll bust the sun\nI got the stunky funky illest funk flow\nFor the glamorous scandalous world of radio\nSo how you want? Headcreads or ceelo?\nI gets root deep like cavity cretes\nRockin' motherfuckers directly to sleep\nA tybarrious rebel without a pause for the cause\nAnd no claws the style is the son of noise\nPeace to the hardcore the outlaw raw\nBug youngblood thugs, strong as? 64 ounce jugs\nIn the realms of the danger\n\nHook\n\nVerse 3:\nBust the contrast and how I forecast\nSupersonic hyperphonic goin' on that ass paragraph\nWith the million dollar bionic metaphoric lyrical math\nGenerating off the chronic\nBy cooling in the dark path and the drug rath of the ath\nAnd the ill shit that I craft\nIt's labeled as sick logic to the critics of the didicks\nBut they don't know the half of the half\nThe apperatus status of a maddisist\nI conqure up a new style puffin' ganja, over the hook\nCausin' more trama with my mouth then the stealth bomber\nKilling every style in the book\nLike it's goin' outta style tomorrow\nMy style is coming from down south and cross yonder\nI drop the dope shit for masses and non-believers\nLike spiral passes to butter finger wide recievers\nAs my photo type sound gays leis and hoes my style probe\nTo the farthest reaches of the globe\nPayin' dues got me cockin' tools, you fuckin' fools\nI'm rippin' crew and no exception to the the god damn rules\nThis is danger\n\nHook","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Danger\n  artist: Keith Murray\n  album: The Most Beautifullest Thing In This World\n  duration_ms: 215000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Intro:\n  It's goona be that, it's gonna be that shit\n\n  Hook:\n  Lounge homeboy you in the danger zone (x8)\n\n  Verse 1:\n  Keith Murray is this mic phychosis\n  I break your best rappers off thousands of pieces\n  I'm on some other shit splittin' wigs with my penmanship\n  Kick flows harder then the music so feel in your head and chest\n  And pass it to the next\n  They gave me 5 mic checks and all due respect\n  So please fill it up and check the anitfreeze\n  Cause this nigga Keith drop mad degrees\n  I launch tomahawk missles when I talk with permiscuesus\n  Intelligence like Mr. Romp\n  From New York unto the world over\n  I walk MC's like Jesus walked on water\n  As my airy frequency reigns through the galaxy\n  I easily gets busy and takes 3\n  I'm the nicest MC on this side of the pennisula\n  Stuck in the perimeter like a ninja\n\n  Hook\n\n  Verse 2:\n  The Def Squad MC's is shittin' on your new transmitters\n  Not quiters now forgetters\n  Runnin' deep like rivers (word 'em up) what is\n  My delivers, which is, givin' crews the shivers\n  I'm like a mad scientist with this son\n  I concock some shit that'll bust the sun\n  I got the stunky funky illest funk flow\n  For the glamorous scandalous world of radio\n  So how you want? Headcreads or ceelo?\n  I gets root deep like cavity cretes\n  Rockin' motherfuckers directly to sleep\n  A tybarrious rebel without a pause for the cause\n  And no claws the style is the son of noise\n  Peace to the hardcore the outlaw raw\n  Bug youngblood thugs, strong as? 64 ounce jugs\n  In the realms of the danger\n\n  Hook\n\n  Verse 3:\n  Bust the contrast and how I forecast\n  Supersonic hyperphonic goin' on that ass paragraph\n  With the million dollar bionic metaphoric lyrical math\n  Generating off the chronic\n  By cooling in the dark path and the drug rath of the ath\n  And the ill shit that I craft\n  It's labeled as sick logic to the critics of the didicks\n  But they don't know the half of the half\n  The apperatus status of a maddisist\n  I conqure up a new style puffin' ganja, over the hook\n  Causin' more trama with my mouth then the stealth bomber\n  Killing every style in the book\n  Like it's goin' outta style tomorrow\n  My style is coming from down south and cross yonder\n  I drop the dope shit for masses and non-believers\n  Like spiral passes to butter finger wide recievers\n  As my photo type sound gays leis and hoes my style probe\n  To the farthest reaches of the globe\n  Payin' dues got me cockin' tools, you fuckin' fools\n  I'm rippin' crew and no exception to the the god damn rules\n  This is danger\n\n  Hook\n"},{"id":14558458,"name":"Danger","trackName":"Danger","artistName":"Keith Murray","albumName":"The Most Beautifullest Hits [by Hillside]","duration":215.199925,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro:\nIt's goona be that, it's gonna be that shit\n\nHook:\nLounge homeboy you in the danger zone (x8)\n\nVerse 1:\nKeith Murray is this mic phychosis\nI break your best rappers off thousands of pieces\nI'm on some other shit splittin' wigs with my penmanship\nKick flows harder then the music so feel in your head and chest\nAnd pass it to the next\nThey gave me 5 mic checks and all due respect\nSo please fill it up and check the anitfreeze\nCause this nigga Keith drop mad degrees\nI launch tomahawk missles when I talk with permiscuesus\nIntelligence like Mr. Romp\nFrom New York unto the world over\nI walk MC's like Jesus walked on water\nAs my airy frequency reigns through the galaxy\nI easily gets busy and takes 3\nI'm the nicest MC on this side of the pennisula\nStuck in the perimeter like a ninja\n\nHook\n\nVerse 2:\nThe Def Squad MC's is shittin' on your new transmitters\nNot quiters now forgetters\nRunnin' deep like rivers (word 'em up) what is\nMy delivers, which is, givin' crews the shivers\nI'm like a mad scientist with this son\nI concock some shit that'll bust the sun\nI got the stunky funky illest funk flow\nFor the glamorous scandalous world of radio\nSo how you want? Headcreads or ceelo?\nI gets root deep like cavity cretes\nRockin' motherfuckers directly to sleep\nA tybarrious rebel without a pause for the cause\nAnd no claws the style is the son of noise\nPeace to the hardcore the outlaw raw\nBug youngblood thugs, strong as? 64 ounce jugs\nIn the realms of the danger\n\nHook\n\nVerse 3:\nBust the contrast and how I forecast\nSupersonic hyperphonic goin' on that ass paragraph\nWith the million dollar bionic metaphoric lyrical math\nGenerating off the chronic\nBy cooling in the dark path and the drug rath of the ath\nAnd the ill shit that I craft\nIt's labeled as sick logic to the critics of the didicks\nBut they don't know the half of the half\nThe apperatus status of a maddisist\nI conqure up a new style puffin' ganja, over the hook\nCausin' more trama with my mouth then the stealth bomber\nKilling every style in the book\nLike it's goin' outta style tomorrow\nMy style is coming from down south and cross yonder\nI drop the dope shit for masses and non-believers\nLike spiral passes to butter finger wide recievers\nAs my photo type sound gays leis and hoes my style probe\nTo the farthest reaches of the globe\nPayin' dues got me cockin' tools, you fuckin' fools\nI'm rippin' crew and no exception to the the god damn rules\nThis is danger\n\nHook","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Danger\n  artist: Keith Murray\n  album: The Most Beautifullest Hits [by Hillside]\n  duration_ms: 215200\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Intro:\n  It's goona be that, it's gonna be that shit\n\n  Hook:\n  Lounge homeboy you in the danger zone (x8)\n\n  Verse 1:\n  Keith Murray is this mic phychosis\n  I break your best rappers off thousands of pieces\n  I'm on some other shit splittin' wigs with my penmanship\n  Kick flows harder then the music so feel in your head and chest\n  And pass it to the next\n  They gave me 5 mic checks and all due respect\n  So please fill it up and check the anitfreeze\n  Cause this nigga Keith drop mad degrees\n  I launch tomahawk missles when I talk with permiscuesus\n  Intelligence like Mr. Romp\n  From New York unto the world over\n  I walk MC's like Jesus walked on water\n  As my airy frequency reigns through the galaxy\n  I easily gets busy and takes 3\n  I'm the nicest MC on this side of the pennisula\n  Stuck in the perimeter like a ninja\n\n  Hook\n\n  Verse 2:\n  The Def Squad MC's is shittin' on your new transmitters\n  Not quiters now forgetters\n  Runnin' deep like rivers (word 'em up) what is\n  My delivers, which is, givin' crews the shivers\n  I'm like a mad scientist with this son\n  I concock some shit that'll bust the sun\n  I got the stunky funky illest funk flow\n  For the glamorous scandalous world of radio\n  So how you want? Headcreads or ceelo?\n  I gets root deep like cavity cretes\n  Rockin' motherfuckers directly to sleep\n  A tybarrious rebel without a pause for the cause\n  And no claws the style is the son of noise\n  Peace to the hardcore the outlaw raw\n  Bug youngblood thugs, strong as? 64 ounce jugs\n  In the realms of the danger\n\n  Hook\n\n  Verse 3:\n  Bust the contrast and how I forecast\n  Supersonic hyperphonic goin' on that ass paragraph\n  With the million dollar bionic metaphoric lyrical math\n  Generating off the chronic\n  By cooling in the dark path and the drug rath of the ath\n  And the ill shit that I craft\n  It's labeled as sick logic to the critics of the didicks\n  But they don't know the half of the half\n  The apperatus status of a maddisist\n  I conqure up a new style puffin' ganja, over the hook\n  Causin' more trama with my mouth then the stealth bomber\n  Killing every style in the book\n  Like it's goin' outta style tomorrow\n  My style is coming from down south and cross yonder\n  I drop the dope shit for masses and non-believers\n  Like spiral passes to butter finger wide recievers\n  As my photo type sound gays leis and hoes my style probe\n  To the farthest reaches of the globe\n  Payin' dues got me cockin' tools, you fuckin' fools\n  I'm rippin' crew and no exception to the the god damn rules\n  This is danger\n\n  Hook\n"},{"id":11732976,"name":"Danger","trackName":"Danger","artistName":"Murray, Keith","albumName":"The Most Beautifullest Thing in This World","duration":215.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro:\nIt's goona be that, it's gonna be that shit\n\nHook:\nLounge homeboy you in the danger zone (x8)\n\nVerse 1:\nKeith Murray is this mic phychosis\nI break your best rappers off thousands of pieces\nI'm on some other shit splittin' wigs with my penmanship\nKick flows harder then the music so feel in your head and chest\nAnd pass it to the next\nThey gave me 5 mic checks and all due respect\nSo please fill it up and check the anitfreeze\nCause this nigga Keith drop mad degrees\nI launch tomahawk missles when I talk with permiscuesus\nIntelligence like Mr. Romp\nFrom New York unto the world over\nI walk MC's like Jesus walked on water\nAs my airy frequency reigns through the galaxy\nI easily gets busy and takes 3\nI'm the nicest MC on this side of the pennisula\nStuck in the perimeter like a ninja\n\nHook\n\nVerse 2:\nThe Def Squad MC's is shittin' on your new transmitters\nNot quiters now forgetters\nRunnin' deep like rivers (word 'em up) what is\nMy delivers, which is, givin' crews the shivers\nI'm like a mad scientist with this son\nI concock some shit that'll bust the sun\nI got the stunky funky illest funk flow\nFor the glamorous scandalous world of radio\nSo how you want? Headcreads or ceelo?\nI gets root deep like cavity cretes\nRockin' motherfuckers directly to sleep\nA tybarrious rebel without a pause for the cause\nAnd no claws the style is the son of noise\nPeace to the hardcore the outlaw raw\nBug youngblood thugs, strong as? 64 ounce jugs\nIn the realms of the danger\n\nHook\n\nVerse 3:\nBust the contrast and how I forecast\nSupersonic hyperphonic goin' on that ass paragraph\nWith the million dollar bionic metaphoric lyrical math\nGenerating off the chronic\nBy cooling in the dark path and the drug rath of the ath\nAnd the ill shit that I craft\nIt's labeled as sick logic to the critics of the didicks\nBut they don't know the half of the half\nThe apperatus status of a maddisist\nI conqure up a new style puffin' ganja, over the hook\nCausin' more trama with my mouth then the stealth bomber\nKilling every style in the book\nLike it's goin' outta style tomorrow\nMy style is coming from down south and cross yonder\nI drop the dope shit for masses and non-believers\nLike spiral passes to butter finger wide recievers\nAs my photo type sound gays leis and hoes my style probe\nTo the farthest reaches of the globe\nPayin' dues got me cockin' tools, you fuckin' fools\nI'm rippin' crew and no exception to the the god damn rules\nThis is danger\n\nHook","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Danger\n  artist: Murray, Keith\n  album: The Most Beautifullest Thing in This World\n  duration_ms: 215000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Intro:\n  It's goona be that, it's gonna be that shit\n\n  Hook:\n  Lounge homeboy you in the danger zone (x8)\n\n  Verse 1:\n  Keith Murray is this mic phychosis\n  I break your best rappers off thousands of pieces\n  I'm on some other shit splittin' wigs with my penmanship\n  Kick flows harder then the music so feel in your head and chest\n  And pass it to the next\n  They gave me 5 mic checks and all due respect\n  So please fill it up and check the anitfreeze\n  Cause this nigga Keith drop mad degrees\n  I launch tomahawk missles when I talk with permiscuesus\n  Intelligence like Mr. Romp\n  From New York unto the world over\n  I walk MC's like Jesus walked on water\n  As my airy frequency reigns through the galaxy\n  I easily gets busy and takes 3\n  I'm the nicest MC on this side of the pennisula\n  Stuck in the perimeter like a ninja\n\n  Hook\n\n  Verse 2:\n  The Def Squad MC's is shittin' on your new transmitters\n  Not quiters now forgetters\n  Runnin' deep like rivers (word 'em up) what is\n  My delivers, which is, givin' crews the shivers\n  I'm like a mad scientist with this son\n  I concock some shit that'll bust the sun\n  I got the stunky funky illest funk flow\n  For the glamorous scandalous world of radio\n  So how you want? Headcreads or ceelo?\n  I gets root deep like cavity cretes\n  Rockin' motherfuckers directly to sleep\n  A tybarrious rebel without a pause for the cause\n  And no claws the style is the son of noise\n  Peace to the hardcore the outlaw raw\n  Bug youngblood thugs, strong as? 64 ounce jugs\n  In the realms of the danger\n\n  Hook\n\n  Verse 3:\n  Bust the contrast and how I forecast\n  Supersonic hyperphonic goin' on that ass paragraph\n  With the million dollar bionic metaphoric lyrical math\n  Generating off the chronic\n  By cooling in the dark path and the drug rath of the ath\n  And the ill shit that I craft\n  It's labeled as sick logic to the critics of the didicks\n  But they don't know the half of the half\n  The apperatus status of a maddisist\n  I conqure up a new style puffin' ganja, over the hook\n  Causin' more trama with my mouth then the stealth bomber\n  Killing every style in the book\n  Like it's goin' outta style tomorrow\n  My style is coming from down south and cross yonder\n  I drop the dope shit for masses and non-believers\n  Like spiral passes to butter finger wide recievers\n  As my photo type sound gays leis and hoes my style probe\n  To the farthest reaches of the globe\n  Payin' dues got me cockin' tools, you fuckin' fools\n  I'm rippin' crew and no exception to the the god damn rules\n  This is danger\n\n  Hook\n"},{"id":29325520,"name":"Danger","trackName":"Danger","artistName":"Keith Murray","albumName":"The Most Beautifullest Thing in This World","duration":207.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro:\nIt's goona be that, it's gonna be that shit\n\nHook:\nLounge homeboy you in the danger zone (x8)\n\nVerse 1:\nKeith Murray is this mic phychosis\nI break your best rappers off thousands of pieces\nI'm on some other shit splittin' wigs with my penmanship\nKick flows harder then the music so feel in your head and chest\nAnd pass it to the next\nThey gave me 5 mic checks and all due respect\nSo please fill it up and check the anitfreeze\nCause this nigga Keith drop mad degrees\nI launch tomahawk missles when I talk with permiscuesus\nIntelligence like Mr. Romp\nFrom New York unto the world over\nI walk MC's like Jesus walked on water\nAs my airy frequency reigns through the galaxy\nI easily gets busy and takes 3\nI'm the nicest MC on this side of the pennisula\nStuck in the perimeter like a ninja\n\nHook\n\nVerse 2:\nThe Def Squad MC's is shittin' on your new transmitters\nNot quiters now forgetters\nRunnin' deep like rivers (word 'em up) what is\nMy delivers, which is, givin' crews the shivers\nI'm like a mad scientist with this son\nI concock some shit that'll bust the sun\nI got the stunky funky illest funk flow\nFor the glamorous scandalous world of radio\nSo how you want? Headcreads or ceelo?\nI gets root deep like cavity cretes\nRockin' motherfuckers directly to sleep\nA tybarrious rebel without a pause for the cause\nAnd no claws the style is the son of noise\nPeace to the hardcore the outlaw raw\nBug youngblood thugs, strong as? 64 ounce jugs\nIn the realms of the danger\n\nHook\n\nVerse 3:\nBust the contrast and how I forecast\nSupersonic hyperphonic goin' on that ass paragraph\nWith the million dollar bionic metaphoric lyrical math\nGenerating off the chronic\nBy cooling in the dark path and the drug rath of the ath\nAnd the ill shit that I craft\nIt's labeled as sick logic to the critics of the didicks\nBut they don't know the half of the half\nThe apperatus status of a maddisist\nI conqure up a new style puffin' ganja, over the hook\nCausin' more trama with my mouth then the stealth bomber\nKilling every style in the book\nLike it's goin' outta style tomorrow\nMy style is coming from down south and cross yonder\nI drop the dope shit for masses and non-believers\nLike spiral passes to butter finger wide recievers\nAs my photo type sound gays leis and hoes my style probe\nTo the farthest reaches of the globe\nPayin' dues got me cockin' tools, you fuckin' fools\nI'm rippin' crew and no exception to the the god damn rules\nThis is danger\n\nHook","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Danger\n  artist: Keith Murray\n  album: The Most Beautifullest Thing in This World\n  duration_ms: 207000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Intro:\n  It's goona be that, it's gonna be that shit\n\n  Hook:\n  Lounge homeboy you in the danger zone (x8)\n\n  Verse 1:\n  Keith Murray is this mic phychosis\n  I break your best rappers off thousands of pieces\n  I'm on some other shit splittin' wigs with my penmanship\n  Kick flows harder then the music so feel in your head and chest\n  And pass it to the next\n  They gave me 5 mic checks and all due respect\n  So please fill it up and check the anitfreeze\n  Cause this nigga Keith drop mad degrees\n  I launch tomahawk missles when I talk with permiscuesus\n  Intelligence like Mr. Romp\n  From New York unto the world over\n  I walk MC's like Jesus walked on water\n  As my airy frequency reigns through the galaxy\n  I easily gets busy and takes 3\n  I'm the nicest MC on this side of the pennisula\n  Stuck in the perimeter like a ninja\n\n  Hook\n\n  Verse 2:\n  The Def Squad MC's is shittin' on your new transmitters\n  Not quiters now forgetters\n  Runnin' deep like rivers (word 'em up) what is\n  My delivers, which is, givin' crews the shivers\n  I'm like a mad scientist with this son\n  I concock some shit that'll bust the sun\n  I got the stunky funky illest funk flow\n  For the glamorous scandalous world of radio\n  So how you want? Headcreads or ceelo?\n  I gets root deep like cavity cretes\n  Rockin' motherfuckers directly to sleep\n  A tybarrious rebel without a pause for the cause\n  And no claws the style is the son of noise\n  Peace to the hardcore the outlaw raw\n  Bug youngblood thugs, strong as? 64 ounce jugs\n  In the realms of the danger\n\n  Hook\n\n  Verse 3:\n  Bust the contrast and how I forecast\n  Supersonic hyperphonic goin' on that ass paragraph\n  With the million dollar bionic metaphoric lyrical math\n  Generating off the chronic\n  By cooling in the dark path and the drug rath of the ath\n  And the ill shit that I craft\n  It's labeled as sick logic to the critics of the didicks\n  But they don't know the half of the half\n  The apperatus status of a maddisist\n  I conqure up a new style puffin' ganja, over the hook\n  Causin' more trama with my mouth then the stealth bomber\n  Killing every style in the book\n  Like it's goin' outta style tomorrow\n  My style is coming from down south and cross yonder\n  I drop the dope shit for masses and non-believers\n  Like spiral passes to butter finger wide recievers\n  As my photo type sound gays leis and hoes my style probe\n  To the farthest reaches of the globe\n  Payin' dues got me cockin' tools, you fuckin' fools\n  I'm rippin' crew and no exception to the the god damn rules\n  This is danger\n\n  Hook\n"},{"id":29313144,"name":"Impressions","trackName":"Impressions","artistName":"Kool Keith feat. Keith Murray","albumName":"Love and Danger","duration":231.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Lyrics stay consistent like Spanish guys\nChoppin' they girls up, puttin' em in the closet\nRhymes join together and hold hands for that soul deposit\nThe local flow from MC's is like bad coke, you gotta stop it\nAnd get off it, everything I hear is nonsense\nI'm dangerous on offense\nFour years out of Oklahoma City, drafted from Providence\nThe NBA is my niche, ask Bill Fitch\nI'm sincere, I'm over here, scouts\nPullin' up in the double-breast suits\nThey watchin' me in the elegant gear, like Bob Lanier\nWho cares about Sony and Sanyo?\nYou sound whack when you callin' me a pioneer\nListen to me, you must have an iron ear\nDeath blows burn off your earlobe, you cry in fear\nWith a fat stomach y'all accumulate from buyin' beer\nPabst Blue Ribbon, I turned down\nWhile monkeys get controlled by ladies, I ride taxis quickly\nPass Thanksgiving, skip Christmas\nNew Years, your girl leave her panties in the kitchen\n\nImpressions of Delfonics\nBlack Ivory, I'm supersonic (Impressions, what?)\nImpressions of Delfonics\nBlack Ivory, I'm supersonic (Impressions, what?)\nImpressions of Delfonics\nBlack Ivory, I'm supersonic (Impressions, what?)\nImpressions of Delfonics\nBlack Ivory, I'm supersonic (Impressions, what?)\n\nThey say you never get a first chance to make a second impression\nKeith and Keith keep psychics guessin'\nAnd fortunes tellin', tellin' stories of how we swellin'\nMotherfuckers who keep shit gellin'\nAnd fortune tellers keep tellin' stories\nOf how Keith Murray and Kool Keith be gellin'\nWe helped the man to the cross, they nailed us\nHe would hug the first stone, please prevail us\nWe go bananas from New York to Yonkers\nChillin' in the Chocolate Factory with Willy Wonka\nOn the airplane, I was the only black face\nBut somehow, I wasn't out of place\nI pull it, you bite the bullet from the blindside\nI go rawhide on Sandra Bullock\nIt's the eloquence of diligence\nDepressin' aggression, obsession and compulsiveness\n\nImpressions of Delfonics\nBlack Ivory, I'm supersonic (Impressions, what?)\nImpressions of Delfonics\nBlack Ivory, I'm supersonic (Impressions, what?)\nImpressions of Delfonics\nBlack Ivory, I'm supersonic (Impressions, what?)\n\nThese events don't matter anyway\nThey end up not looked at anymore\nLike a kid who gets bored with they Play-Doh play\nShe sing and move with two left feet\nI never understand a word she say\nTV got a good background\nExtra flashy lights behind they unfunky sound\nThat's what the public feed off, gerbil and hamster food\nI'd rather go in the Hustler Club, eat some popcorn\nWhite girls with skinny legs and breast implants dance nude\nFalse lap dancers, I tell you, Larry Parker law firm\nYou'll get sued\nRappers with weak performances, I'm collectin' your union dues\nOnce every five minutes, I make my rounds\nSee you up there like Tiffany Minix\nSee you up there like Tiffany\n\nImpressions of Delfonics\nBlack Ivory, I'm supersonic (Impressions, what?)\nImpressions of Delfonics\nBlack Ivory, I'm supersonic (Impressions, what?)\nImpressions of Delfonics\nBlack Ivory, I'm supersonic (Impressions, what?)\nImpressions of Delfonics\nBlack Ivory, I'm supersonic (Impressions, what?)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Impressions\n  artist: Kool Keith feat. Keith Murray\n  album: Love and Danger\n  duration_ms: 231000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Lyrics stay consistent like Spanish guys\n  Choppin' they girls up, puttin' em in the closet\n  Rhymes join together and hold hands for that soul deposit\n  The local flow from MC's is like bad coke, you gotta stop it\n  And get off it, everything I hear is nonsense\n  I'm dangerous on offense\n  Four years out of Oklahoma City, drafted from Providence\n  The NBA is my niche, ask Bill Fitch\n  I'm sincere, I'm over here, scouts\n  Pullin' up in the double-breast suits\n  They watchin' me in the elegant gear, like Bob Lanier\n  Who cares about Sony and Sanyo?\n  You sound whack when you callin' me a pioneer\n  Listen to me, you must have an iron ear\n  Death blows burn off your earlobe, you cry in fear\n  With a fat stomach y'all accumulate from buyin' beer\n  Pabst Blue Ribbon, I turned down\n  While monkeys get controlled by ladies, I ride taxis quickly\n  Pass Thanksgiving, skip Christmas\n  New Years, your girl leave her panties in the kitchen\n\n  Impressions of Delfonics\n  Black Ivory, I'm supersonic (Impressions, what?)\n  Impressions of Delfonics\n  Black Ivory, I'm supersonic (Impressions, what?)\n  Impressions of Delfonics\n  Black Ivory, I'm supersonic (Impressions, what?)\n  Impressions of Delfonics\n  Black Ivory, I'm supersonic (Impressions, what?)\n\n  They say you never get a first chance to make a second impression\n  Keith and Keith keep psychics guessin'\n  And fortunes tellin', tellin' stories of how we swellin'\n  Motherfuckers who keep shit gellin'\n  And fortune tellers keep tellin' stories\n  Of how Keith Murray and Kool Keith be gellin'\n  We helped the man to the cross, they nailed us\n  He would hug the first stone, please prevail us\n  We go bananas from New York to Yonkers\n  Chillin' in the Chocolate Factory with Willy Wonka\n  On the airplane, I was the only black face\n  But somehow, I wasn't out of place\n  I pull it, you bite the bullet from the blindside\n  I go rawhide on Sandra Bullock\n  It's the eloquence of diligence\n  Depressin' aggression, obsession and compulsiveness\n\n  Impressions of Delfonics\n  Black Ivory, I'm supersonic (Impressions, what?)\n  Impressions of Delfonics\n  Black Ivory, I'm supersonic (Impressions, what?)\n  Impressions of Delfonics\n  Black Ivory, I'm supersonic (Impressions, what?)\n\n  These events don't matter anyway\n  They end up not looked at anymore\n  Like a kid who gets bored with they Play-Doh play\n  She sing and move with two left feet\n  I never understand a word she say\n  TV got a good background\n  Extra flashy lights behind they unfunky sound\n  That's what the public feed off, gerbil and hamster food\n  I'd rather go in the Hustler Club, eat some popcorn\n  White girls with skinny legs and breast implants dance nude\n  False lap dancers, I tell you, Larry Parker law firm\n  You'll get sued\n  Rappers with weak performances, I'm collectin' your union dues\n  Once every five minutes, I make my rounds\n  See you up there like Tiffany Minix\n  See you up there like Tiffany\n\n  Impressions of Delfonics\n  Black Ivory, I'm supersonic (Impressions, what?)\n  Impressions of Delfonics\n  Black Ivory, I'm supersonic (Impressions, what?)\n  Impressions of Delfonics\n  Black Ivory, I'm supersonic (Impressions, what?)\n  Impressions of Delfonics\n  Black Ivory, I'm supersonic (Impressions, what?)\n"}]