No Danger

It's time for me to start rapping again so I'll begin to start rapping again, bringing the chair, the tools, the victim an any other one of ya next of kin, the mum, the dad I've even got the kids to kill psychopathics schizophrenic. I do this for the thrill Catch me in the battle the star of the wars picture the darkest swim fest with relations of jaws Lyrics so deep that you wish they were yours I step back in the booth, let the magic ignite, Crafting every line, yeah, I'm ready for the fight. Got the chair, the tools, I’m the master of the pen, Taking down the game, like I'm hunting with a lens. Victims in my sights, I’m a lyrical assassin, Every word I spit, got the crowd all gaspin'. Next of kin in line, I’m collecting all the dues, Moms and dads in shock, while I’m droppin' these clues. Got the kids on the block, learning lessons from the best, In the school of hard knocks, never settle for less. Confidence is key, I’m the locksmith with the flow, Unlocking all the doors, watch the barriers go. Rhymes like a freight train, unstoppable and bold, Each bar a treasure, worth more than gold. So I’m back to the grind, with the hunger of a beast, Rappin’ like it’s dinner time, I’m the lyrical feast.