Da cell lighter i burn hotter than hell's fires/
I hype ciphas i do tapping on type writers/
Got undaground rhymz but im still rapping skywards/
Define hybrids frequent mile flyers wit blind pilots/
Da time 4 silence is past nd gone/
My art i'v masterd so u can call me masta wong/
Im able 2 blast like a bomb let's see u match da norm/
I represent a swarm in da form of grafiti/
4get tropical i bring a storm 2 Tahiti/
Ur 1st post was speedy but im lightning quick/
A rhyming monsta i cum at u wit frightning shit/
Yo im known AG as bein frm A to Z/
Welcum 2 my world lets see if u'll escape frm me/
U aint dangerous untill u prove u can do me/
U's a newbie exscuse me but dats da facts/
So let us roll film & see how well this actor acts//
*So word got to the The D.A.N.J.E.R MAN that Batman’s little retarded brother in green spandex was talking reckless after a crazy binge of crystal meth and heavy drinking at the gay brigade.
“Discipline is a must!” The D.A.N.J.E.R MAN said, the look in his eyes…evil. Pure evil. It was that time… Since the secon’ challenge ‘ garbage, I’ll end it on a mountain top high/
Smack the Bat with my penis across the face…
And leave him cock eyed/
I’m crowned “Rookie of the year” off one post, with no worthy contender/
Punch your lines at me!
I’ stuff both your hands in’a f@cking blender/
Remember…being newbie on AG, don’ mean a stranger to the streets/
Over a decade of music ma**acre…MAN known as DANJER over beats/
So F*CK Queen Bat!…money you’s a straight retard/
A-result-of-siamese-twins joined at the private parts/
I’m lives’ on mike devices!
Servin’-styles-for-free ‘cause it’s priceless/
Got Mother Theresa kicking th’ casket, on sum: “Damn, that boy th’ nicest!”/
Online or in person, we can do this…Green queer, just holler/
WARNING: Oppose DANJER and die…like artificial hair colour/
Nigga, softer than b-grade pron, with a vagina crew/
You’ underground? Don’t worry your father was a miner too!
