Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Danger (Part 2), artist - Blahzay Blahzay. Song language: English
Danger (Part 2) |
| Now there’s multi styles in my possession |
| No question, I be nice |
| Rappers lose like Master Ace rollin dice |
| Who precise? |
| Check the visuals, we leave no residuals |
| Individuals makin gold diggers miserable |
| So no-no for beef, smoke the cocoa leaf |
| There’s no relief as this rap door revolves |
| And I enter, ??? |
| like people homes |
| Blow up mics like I blow illegal phones |
| Homes is flesh and bones, not the fraud you’re looking for |
| The plunder, go under, think we’re one-hit wonder, yo, I spoil it flush that talk down the toilet, sip the alcoholic |
| Uhh, then Blahzay hit you with the whatchamacallit |
| You bleed red water, step into my red quarter |
| Out of order, Medina |
| Animals eat you like piranha |
| Cat chow, I never bow, still I aim to please |
| Drain what you got like if I was your main squeeze |
| Wack MC’s ease, the end is here at last |
| Jet real fast with your tail between yo ass |
| (The more dangerous) -→Notorious B.I.G. |
| My rap begins by collision, Trigga mention |
| The flow mainstream, it change your visual decision |
| The jump funk, bodies in my trunk, and you’re really dumb, punk |
| With your odd stories, your dream ship will get sunk |
| I’m the jaw-locker, ripper, face-??? |
| cock-a-blocker |
| Body-dropper, flo'-mopper, show-stopper |
| The misdemeanor, dreamer, money-schemer |
| Slip the clip in infrared-beamer |
| Nighty-nighty deceased-dreamer |
| The wipe-out, out-wipe the competition |
| My pistol-whippin, ass-kickin, public enemy-demolition |
| They say Brownsville niggas double cross, bodybags get tossed |
| Dangerous for you niggas fuckin with my gun sport |
| (The more dangerous) -→Notorious B.I.G. |
| See, now you didn’t heed the warning, so here come the remix |
| Check the prefix: re- |
| So I’ma re-kicks yo ass splendid |
| Leavin MC’s twisted and bended from a touch of that Darkman rap segment |
| Enter the dangerzone at your own risk |
| The rap arsonist, lyrical demolisionist |
| Feel the fist when it rips through |
| Your skin, your muscle, flesh and bodily tissue |
| Never to miss you, my rhymes leave the punk seekin |
| I shoot em, then hit your dome and leave your mic leakin |
| Then I’m creepin, my style is on some next shit |
| Rhymes hit your chest and use your back for the exit |
| Flexin is not recommended |
| My lyrics bash your brains and leave your foreheads dented |
| I meant it, me, I be the Blahzay lieutenant |
| Swingin on MC’s like I’m goin for the pennant |
| (The more dangerous) -→Notorious B.I.G. |
| It’s the Hustler, Lone Shark from Saratoga Ave. |
| Ave. Saratoga from Lone Shark, Hustler to it’s |
| I’m rushin you clicks, forwards and backwards |
| My tactics interact with tracks |
| Contacts my facts to keep you flippin like a matress |
| Matress a like flippin me keep to facts |
| My contact tracks with interact tactics |
| My backwards and forwards match |
| If you peepin how I’m creepin |
| And you ain’t sleepin |
| My verse was dispersed, then reversed |
| I’m better than medicine, Next Level veteran |
| The type to go to the show, deep with three on the guestlist |
| Stop, turn around and say I’m stressin |
| Watch how I finesse this |
| And get a levelling, dissed I never been |
| Hardrocks’ll splatter, assault and batter ya My thug life-tapes are historical from archives in Attica |
| And I be the man behind the man behind the man at hand |
| When the Hustler’s in the house (oh my God) understand? |
| (The more dangerous) -→Notorious B.I.G. |
| Danger, danger |
| When the East is in the house |
| Danger, danger |
| Oh my God |