LUCIFER-DANGEROUS LONGEST COLLAB...

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