[Intro]
What's the deal? You are now smooth sailing to the preeminent sounds of K21 and Trials productions
[Scratches: Trials (K21)]
What up, Trials? "Danger"
I got the "Danger"
[?] "Danger"
You know I go the "Danger"
Check
[Verse 1]
I never sleep, eyes open with toothpicks
Torture in the water, same story with new kicks
Few nicks but give a fuck as long as the shoe fits
I'll abuse this pair until it's caught with a few fish
(Now who's this?) You know the dude rap crazy
With something prepared earlier like two fat ladies
Boom bap maniac, moving like Max Payne
Manoeuvre shifty, super gritty, dirty as an ashtray
This ain't no Ella Baché, made to slay the toys
Slammed the window loud 'cause Mr Neighbour hate the noise
Greenhouse a dutched up room, the super suss crew
And I'm the acid rain that made its way into your sunroof
See nothing but just doom, met the reaper
Said wassup to 'em, cheated him once and left his mask ruined
Sad Keanu's fucking here to leave the drums bruising
I ain't tryna blow up, I'm just tryna keep the bus moving
[Chorus]
It ain't nothing but disturbed lights
Running through your motherfuckin' 'burb like (woop woop)
Hiding with the roaches and termites
Disturb mics, you can't ever put a label to it
And if you do, you might as well call it 'danger music'
Red lights, running through your motherfuckin' head like ("Danger")
Bed bite bugging out, fuckin' pest life
Bless mics, you can't ever put a label to it
And if you do, well then you better make it 'danger music' ("Danger")
[Verse 2]
This is potency of the harshest grade
Most never last a day, or if they do, they're getting Sasha Grey'd
Let the evil sip Chardonnay 'til their heart'll break
And their left with nothing but after taste of katana blades
Here's my venom, taste it, got the test and aced it
Laced a little differently like I'm a mental patient
Slash prisoner, track pillager
The better strain, heavy grade thinking that some fella laced it
Let the bass hit, real like Cancun
Game fishy, every rapper to me now is cat food
Stepping in K's direction? That's a bad move
Big didick, find me in the tropics gnawing bamboo
This man chews through anything that your camp do
One man army, put your marshal in the sand dunes
Soaring through the fields, never feeling more alive
Letting wild, loco 'til sort of mind 'til it's morning time
[Chorus]
It ain't nothing but disturbed lights
Running through your motherfuckin' 'burb like (woop woop)
Hiding with the roaches and termites
Disturb mics, you can't ever put a label to it
And if you do, you might as well call it 'danger music'
Red lights, running through your motherfuckin' head like ("Danger")
Bed bite bugging out, fuckin' pest life
Bless mics, you can't ever put a label to it
And if you do, well then you better make it 'danger music' ("Danger")
[Scratches: Trials (K21)]
It's K21, you know I got the "Danger"
Mr Trails bring [?] with the "Danger"
And Funkoars, yo, you know they got the "Danger"
Greenhouse, two-thousand-twelve
