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