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LUCIFER-DANGEROUS LONGEST COLLAB (FT. RANDYRHINO, AMAC, WEEZYTAUGHTME, MINDVOID,
- HOOK (X2):
- It's dangerous, money and power is changing us,
- and now we lethal, infected with D'Evils,
- I'm falling and I can't turn back,
- and we coming through amazing and dangerous
- VERSE 1 (Amac):
- I start off by dissing bitches my part of my mission riches
- I bust rhymes like emissions I lust times like premonitions
- They all hating by creating situation for violation
- They call me infamous cos I'm villainous
- Causing incidents like for incidence the militants
- I'm warlord for rap I'll tear a floorboard to crap
- Stare a more sawed off strap bear a chore called from mad
- I end rappers like chapters I spend masters like bankers
- Cut from a dagger I'll serve you your bladder on a curved platter
- Yes I'm badder so I'll climb the ladder I'll time my chatter
- VERSE 2 (RandyRhino):
- Rappers are stuck in a box as stumbled captors
- Hungry 'n' wanting my spot to fuck with your jobs like cunning bankers
- Their stomach just drops as they rush to the top of the fucking ladders
- Budded from pot as they rummage for props but plummet backwards
- The dumbest bastards are whack rappers avidly damned as daft hazards
- Imaginary crack in their hands like hand fractures, i'll happily disband raps cancers
- I've passably planned to uncannily cause casualties when my strategies spanned
- I manfully stand high above ya'll in a fantasy land
- Evaded the grasp of gravity's hands
- If you raid my spot i'll fuck you up
- I escaped the box, faced a loss and sucked it up
- My aim is locked as i bust a slug, for you lames that floss your love for drugs
- I've got even sized eagle eyes, to see if you even try realize
- I've got illegal ties to people that are lethal like venal spies
- At least i'm wise, if feeble guys idealize their real life as weed 'n' highs
- They're freaking mice, unconsciously running constantly on that wheel inside
- HOOK (X2):
- It's dangerous, money and power is changing us,
- and now we lethal, infected with D'Evils,
- I'm falling and I can't turn back,
- and we coming through amazing and dangerous
- VERSE 3 (MindVoid):
- Anger magazine publisher, filling up volumes
- Sticks and stones stick out bones like's a child's womb
- Assume my mind's a single file room, smile/gloom
- At any victim as I stick them in vile tombs
- Raise the dead as my stares persist, where is this
- Kindness behind this mind where tears exist
- Scared of bliss I'm the rapist of my therapist
- Arrogance fuels my hatred for each body I snare and twist
- Dare to drift into my train of thought now de railed
- Thrown astray just follow my power trail, hours fail
- To understand the grand scheme within our self
- To cast blood upon the snow as it showers hell
- Temper headed higher than empire states
- Send fire shakes to wash away entire states
- In a desired state of creating open pyre wakes
- Willing to being killing all just to acquire faith
- VERSE 4 (YeezyTaughtMe):
- My life is filled with struggle, yall cannot match my hustle
- live life on the edge, live in buildings that filled wit rubble
- See me in the streets, best believe there gon be trouble
- Run that shit back, I ball, nigga, no fumble
- Grew in the B LO Imma rust belt goon
- Threw up them signs nigga, Imma hood tycoon
- I do it for the bitches, make em all swoon
- Once you get the money then comes the poon
- Money power respect, everything I know
- Pussy paper maryjane, nigga, we blowin o's
- Started on the corner, nigga, moving them kilos
- Started from the bottom, nigga, this ain't a life that I chose
- Pain comes from struggle, struggle comes from loss
- Gain comes from hustle, still all the homies that I've lost
- The cane reigns supreme, moving snow like Jack Frost
- My name is my name, bitch I'm the boss
- The mules are below me, my employees
- Stacking all that cheddar, I'm not talking about cheese
- Hang with the them killas, the original fucking G's
- Fuck with them hoes, bitches fiendin' for the D
- Get on they knees, but they ain't praying
- Lord save me please from the gats niggas spraying
- Fuck the police they working for Satan
- I can't fuckin breathe, they beat me for slanging
- Dope to my people, the war on drugs is medieval //Smoke a little green? Life in a jail cell
- Awoke to them fiends, the life I lived was hell
- Troubled mind, snorting lines, all from the dope that I sell
- HOOK (X2):
- It's dangerous, money and power is changing us,
- and now we lethal, infected with D'Evils,
- I'm falling and I can't turn back,
- and we coming through amazing and dangerous
- VERSE 5 (K. Brick):
- I'm a dangerous stranger, contagious with my anger.
- Directed in any direction my aim is major.
- My thoughts are heinous but I come off as an angel.
- A devil in sheep's clothing, but at least I stay faithful.
- Skewed views, looking for changes in racial fables.
- White on the mic, disadvantaged and often mislabeled.
- Take a second to realize that there has been a turn in the tables.
- Unstable; I'm so goddamn tired of making minimum wage.
- My rage has been caged for so long, I'm ready to explode.
- Better yet, my hatred turns inward until it implodes.
- In my own zone, everything's going up in smoke as I take a toke.
- Reaching around my own throat, tightening 'til I choke.
- Crazy ass, out of my mind, especially when provoked.
- I invoke a sense of dread; too broke to afford bread.
- I'm a joke that's widespread, like a goddamn talking head.
- Sneaking up, stalking my prey.
- At the end of the day, all that's left to do is pray
- VERSE 6 (Lucifer):
- Money and power is the culture, watch over like a vulture,
- and strike like lightning when we trip up, and carry a holster,
- because rap is like Detroit, every single path is dangerous,
- we're chained in cuffs, it's like gangsta rap is changing us,
- but people get sick of rap thugs, get frustrated, same as me,
- pull guns on you to make you sweat like your name is Keith,
- I ain't a G, y'all know that, I won't load gats, but crazy flows,
- our music will play at shows, we won't sell out for radios,
- that'll be in our very distant future, but the industry's fake,
- 'cuz all we hear is money, cash, hoes from slithering snakes,
- artists believe these corporate stories, the mindless fables,
- that are told to them and taught to them by spineless labels,
- and rappers think they'll live forever, sit back with smiles on,
- wonder why they die when just a quarter of their life is gone?
- They light the bong, but never differentiate for right and wrongs,
- they want to get a wider audience, sell out when writing songs,
- that's the point of these new rappers like the ASAP Rocky,
- and way back, they would spray gats, now they act cocky,
- that's why I try to write the best ill verses with real purpose,
- so I can make a difference, then make rappers feel nervous,
- suppose that I'm supposed to go so postal 'cuz my flows are cold,
- I'd overflow emotions, then I'd overthrow and hold the throne,
- the rows at shows of bros and hoes and Average Joes are so,
- inspiring to me, I'd never smoke the bowls of dope and coke,
- but some just like the feeling when they overdose and comatose,
- come from ghettoes and broken home, we're the roses grown,
- from concrete, being thug is obsolete, rows at your shows,
- that just don't matter, dope rappers will use our poetic flows,
- on the verse I make a mess, because now I can't take the stress,
- and I place my bets on throwing all you lazy devils blazing cess,
- emcees I lay to rest know the name is Lucifer, my game is best,
- hey Koresh, I'm burning all this down, 'cuz I'm so dangerous
- HOOK (X2):
- It's dangerous, money and power is changing us,
- and now we lethal, infected with D'Evils,
- I'm falling and I can't turn back,
- and we coming through amazing and dangerous
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