Jon Murdock - Dangerous lyrics

Open up that door get it open, no
Drop it! Drop it! Get on the floor
This here
For my true Hip-Hop heads out there
Who know what's going on with this shit
Foundation, spread the word, yo
Listen up, yo let's go

You lean back like Joe Crack
Once I blow track
You flow wack but hold gats till you go rap
But ain't ready to approach and you know that
Get tracked down like low
Jack, your phone's tapped, them pro black
The spitting image of Ice Vanilla
I'm 'bout to rock a fella forgot to tell ya
Spit salmonella on a acapella
I'm hot and iller, I got to kill ya
I'ma let you know something
They not gon' feel ya fuck commercial
Rhyme dispersal is what I got to work you
Live and personal I convert to once
They try to jerk you
These beats are worth 200, 000
Fuck you whilin'
The twenty minutes on the board
Or a couple of hours
The time's worth more to mine
We all tryin' to shine
We all redesign the mind once
It's time to sign
On the dotted line, quick, a life changes
It could happen if we just
Bump into the right strangers
Who says, "Yo, you cats got some hype bangers
Let's develop & market it to approach
The game & strangle it" next thing you know
Millionaires is who you hang with
And we all know money
Speaks it's own language
So that means I can't spit lyrical now?
Appear in your town
Grab the mic and start tearing it down
I'm hardly in the club, kid, I'm never around
I'm Hip-Hop, I'ma come with a clever sound

If this shit ain't Hip-Hop
Then what the fuck is?
My rhyme skill with steel
What I'm gonna run with
I'm never gonna be the type
To pump a club hit
My true Hip-Hop heads is gonna love this
If this shit ain't Hip-Hop
Then what the fuck is?
My rhyme skill with steel
What I'm gonna run with
I'm never gonna be the type
To pump a club hit
My true Hip-Hop heads is gonna love this

I detected the detective disguised
As a technician one-two technique
Turn tables so let's listen
First, spin commercial, second, spin techno
Have wack DJs scared, petro', screaming
(Let's go)
"Let's bounce quick before Murdock get's
A hold of us" the Foundation squad flow is
Tough, one verse, your bones'll crush
Poking out your pant leg
Your weight now ain't holdin' up
Thought you could spit
But them cats that you roll with suck
Ain't nice on the mic when I slice and I dice
Precise type to ignite
Write all night till it's right
No sleep, you hold heat
So you like to be hyped
But, your flow's off-point
So you fight for your life
All respirators, check my C4 detonator
Dark City flavor
Rhyme on-point just like Lex's razor
You off-point
Got no handle like a Texas ranger
I press the taser to your neck
Want some? Let's get this paper
Twin my John McEnroe, one thrust
Your back'll blow
Hip blown out like Bo, retire
Never back to pro
You Pop cats hold the title
For the wackest flow
I stay in check, but you wack so I have to go

If this shit ain't Hip-Hop
Then what the fuck is?
My rhyme skill with steel
What I'm gonna run with
I'm never gonna be the type
To pump a club hit
My true Hip-Hop heads is gonna love this
If this shit ain't Hip-Hop
Then what the fuck is?
My rhyme skill with steel
What I'm gonna run with
I'm never gonna be the type
To pump a club hit
My true Hip-Hop heads is gonna love this

(We're looking for John Murdoch)
We're going across the street, son
Both of us oh, don't look so surprised
There ain't any social security in
This line of work get going
You start something then I'll have to
Kill you right here on this
Street and that would cause a
Heap of trouble for me suppose I don't care
You care if I'm still scratching around to
Keep alive at my age
I figure you care a lot at yours
Besides, you wouldn't wanna cause
No trouble for
One of our senior citizens, would you, son?
We'll wait right here