[Keith Murray]
 Yo  you think them niggaz out there impress me?
 Don't none of that shit impress me
 Oh  I'm supposed to listen cause they on the radio?
 Psssh  I'm ready

 I got  nuttin to lose in the world to gain
 I leave you slain and make your family relocate and change their names
 Like the West coast say  I'm bout the ?macolay?
 Niggaz be slippin when I be flippin and I'll see you next trip
 Cause revenge is a motherfucker payback is a bitch
 Especially when I'm coin with that Def Squad click
 Can you relate to an intense, motherfucker
 Gridiron mic cuffer, terror to the jugular
 Smother all the others, punk motherfuckers
 But I'ma keep it real, cause me and you is brothers
 It'll happen so fast boy you won't stand a chance
 Cause the L.O.D. put in work like red ants
 And when I walk by Curtis Mayfield'll draft
 And spell the full limp love is just like Shaft
 Shit I craft, is harder than Chinese math
 Plus I lay you down for standing on Dangerous Ground

 Chorus: Keith Murray, 50 Grand (with variations)

 Aiyyo you're standing on Dangerous Ground, too close to the crown
 Let's see if you know the bounds
 I said you're standing on Dangerous Ground, too close to the crown
 Let's see if you know the bounds
 Aiyyo y'all standing on Dangerous Ground, too close to the crown
 Let's see if you know the bounds
 Yo kid you standing on Dangerous Ground, too close to the crown
 Let's see if you know the bounds

 [Keith Murray]
 Let's embark on this mission like Black Indiana Jones
 is eatin Pookie sandwiches and smokin chronic bones
 See I kill it a little, then leave it alone
 Let my man 50 G drag it into his zone

 [50 Grand]


 Now 50 Grand's in the room and Legion of Doom
 And if you sayin Def Squad's the bomb then I'll assume
 It's takes brain splittin compositions, makin incisions
 Dranin the blood up out silly niggaz, like morticians

 [Keith Murray]
 Now I'ma mack out and pimp the rhythm like Too $hort and Dru Down
 And wait for what go around to come around
 And beat it in the head with this, send em off into the unknown
 In and out of conciousness, kind of like
 a hip-hop microphone hypnotic
 Specialist in gettin inside artists, sick word analyst
 World's most foul freestylist
 C'mon man y'all niggaz know y'all can't get with this

 Chorus

 [Keith Murray]
 And kill the noise playboys cause we have no flaws
 We employ hits the whole family can enjoy
 I'll be masterin the Funk like Flex, mentally
 Etchin and Sketchin, speakin with my hands like Terminator X and
 scheme and get choked out like Radio Raheem
 My team'll put you to sleep and let you dream
 I'm not down with the East West coast controversy
 Me say you you say me, across the country makin millis
 I'll be glad to see a brother get paid for hard work
 But instead y'all steady tryin to ditch up the dirt

 [50 Grand]
 Yeah niggaz still tryin to toss salt in the game
 And y'all done read my name graffitied in the walls of fame
 Let me explain niggaz die for fame in this game my name's
 like a migraine, rappers get banged out the frame
 See some funny style niggaz in the house tonight
 With posses too thin to win, and too light to fight
 Think twice

 Chorus

 [Keith Murray]
 I had the last watch and y'all niggaz on the corner pumpin gas
 Nervous like you lyin to a polygraph

 [50 Grand]
 Come see a real show, cut off your flow, killin you slow
 One time for L.O., I'm like a thief, in your window

 [Keith Murray]
 Or catch us in the streets, herdin like cattle
 Defeatin rappers without contracts and battles, swingin like Mickey Mantle

 [50 Grand]
 Niggaz trippin like they wanna be me
 Challenge Def Squad, L.O.D. you livin Dangerously