Danger Zone

Don't stop y'all
Ye aha
Yo ha yo
Epmd what
Hit squad what yea

[verse 1]
Ayo I'm late eighties hip hop baby
The first new born to ever rock a mercedes
Rap by living
The grand wizard
Rime that squeeze it
I'm in the house come visit
Yo, i come with a sound that's ultra
That makes niggas warm
When i flow like vultures
E-dub i'm the hiphop sculpture
Cats watch me like chicks watch Ophra
Broadcasting live from newyork off the chain
A dog that broke loose and [?]
The mic be the simbol
I run like a fugitive
Richy Kimball[?] when it's time to get into
(your what) your system
And become tight like god and christians
Y'all so listen
I'm the owner of my style
Tight like speedolls[?]
With more fans the beatles

[Chorus]
Lounge, homeboy, you in the danger zone
When a brother like E is on the microphone
I keep the crowd [?] till they break your dome
I rock on and on and don't stop

[verse 2]
To the end of time like pac
Red[?] and yo we running the spot
Don't look shocked epmd back on the block
E and mic doc
The squad that coming straight from the [?]
Two or what epmd start cutting it up
Legends in the game keeping rugged and rough
From day one to [?] on the stage [?] in one
The mcs will smith jeff on the twos ones
And the album trippin business and billboards number one
In god we trust
Chrome [?] trucks
Nigga that bust
Straight up bring a shit nuts
You ain't tough
Staying your lane
Nigga what
My pops [?] from [?] green
Don't have to try hustle in my bloods and jeans
Big pimpin break the cat
Straight getting that green
[?] who sleep with the mask
Hit the po, grab that mic, bust that ass

[Chorus]
Lounge, homeboy, you in the danger zone
When a brother like P is on the microphone
I keep the crowd [?] till they break your dome
I rock on and on and don't stop

[verse 3]
Third verse i advise b-boy to lock on
To 12-12-12-def.com
EP X man style like storm
Blow cats away whenever we perform
Hiphop it's war, rap's vietnam
Flows and techniques be like napalm
So why drop bombs
You epm bound to stop ya
Don't act to erick shot ya

Another lonely niggas
Counting dough and shit in the game
With this small change
Ride [?] dick on this nigga name
Stop that
So strictly biz, we drop da hot track
Jewels house and cars, come on
Already cop that
Rap, real to me real to E
I can [?] a OG b-boy MC
[?]
Spit on the mics my word
Who wanna fuck around and get hurt

[Chorus]
Lounge, homeboy, you in the danger zone
When a brother like P is on the microphone
I keep the crowd [?] till they break your dome
I rock on and on and don't stop