Danger, Pt. 2 (feat. LA the Darkman, Smoothe da Hustler & Trigger tha Gambler)

I'm gonna show you how the East comes rocks

The more danger

Now there's multi, styles in my possession

No question I'll be nice

Rappers lose like master ace rolling dice

Crew precise, check the visuals

We leave no residuals

Individuals making gold diggers miserable

It's a no-no for beef

Smoke the coco leaf, it's no relief

As this rap door revolves and I enter

Takes center strong like people homes

Blow up mics like I blow illegal phones

Holmes is flesh and bones not the fraud you looking for

The plunder go under think we one hit wonder yo I spoil it

Flush that talk down the toilet sip the alcoholic uh

Them blasé hits you with the Westin Macaulay

You bleed red water, step it to my head

Tour de odd de order

Medina animals eat you like purina

Catch how I never bow, still I aim to please

Drain what you got, like if I was your main squeeze

Rock MC's ease, the end is here at last

Jet real fast, with your tail between your ass

The more, the more, the more, the more, the more dangerous

My rap begins, mind collision, trigger mission

The flow mainstream that change your visual decision

The jump bump, bodies in my trunk

And you hoodie the pump

With your old stories your dream shit will get sunk

I'm the jaw locker, ripper, face out

I got the blocker, back dropper, flow mopper, show stopper

The misdemeanor, dreamer, money schemer, slip the clip in infrared, be my 1990 The Sea Dreamer

The wipeout, I wife the competition, my pistol whippin'

Ass kickin' public enemies the militia they say

Brownfield **** double crossed, body basket tossed

Danger for you **** fuckin' with my gun sport

The more, the more, the more, the more, the more dangerous

The more, the more, the more, the more, the more dangerous

See now you didn't heed the warning

So here comes the remix

Check the prefix

Read

So I'ma re-kick

Yo ass splendid

Leaving mc's twisted and bending from a touch of that

Dark man rap segment

Into the danger zone at your own risk

The rap arsonist lyrical demolitionist

Feel a fist when it rips through your sinew

Muscle, flesh and bodily tissue never to miss you

My rhymes be the punk seeking, I shoot'em

They hit your dome and leave your mic leaking

Then I'm creeping, my style is on selection

Rhymes hit your chest and use your back for the exit

Flexing is not recommended

My lyrics bash your brains and leave your foreheads dented

I meant it, me I be the blasé lieutenant

Swinging on mc's like I'm going for the pennant

The more, the more, the more, the more, the more dangerous

The more, the more, the more, the more, the more dangerous

It's the hustler, lone shark from Saratoga, Ab Ab

Saratoga from lone shark, costlier than it

I'm rushing your clicks

Forwards and backwards, my tactics interact with tracks

Contacts my facts, they keep me flipping like a mattress

Mattress, they like flipping me, keep that facts

My contact tracks with interact tactics, my backwards and forwards match

If you peeping how I'm creeping and you ain't sleeping

My verse was dispersed and reversed

I'm better than medicine, next level veteran

The type to go to the show deep with three hundred guest lists

Stop, turn around and say don't stress it

Watch how I finesse this and get eleven in this

I've never been hard rocks, I splatter ya, salt and batter ya

My thug life takes a historical from archives in Attica

And I'll be the man behind the man behind the man in hand

When the hustlers in the house oh my god

The more, the more, the more, the more, the more dangerous (I say goodbye)

The more, the more, the more, the more, the more dangerous (I say goodbye)

The more, the more, the more, the, the, the, the more, the more dangerous (I say goodbye)

The more, the more, the more, the more, the more dangerous (I say goodbye)

Oh my God, when the geese are in the aisle, they jump, they jump, oh my God