GameboyJones
DANGEROUS ALONE
Chorus:
HP solid, EXP brolic
Cali boy sent it in, DMV called it
RPG knowledge, we be the problem
Did it for the village and really we all in

Verse 1 (DAX):
Y'all knew the legend of the reverend, left nobody second
Guessing, it's Team Future, rest are peasants, on this quest, you joined my
Session, bet I'm impressin', all of y'all stressin', n***as testing, I'mma
Pass, been the best up in my class, with this edge, I'm gonna

Slash... 
When I'm in combat, I'm really back in the zone
Got a lil' shawty and she bad to the bone
All of my n***as, they ridin' 'round with the pole

...you wanted to do that on your own?
Defeating the evil in time
Amigo, you'll see all the signs
I feel like the Hero of Rhyme

Bitch, have you seen my skill tree?
Power's in me, building
Attacking, never shielding
...we got it now

Chorus:
HP solid, EXP brolic
Cali boy sent it in, DMV called it
RPG knowledge, we be the problem

Verse 2 (DAX):
I told 'em I did everything for the village, I'm coming to kill it
Too hot in the skillet, the pot, or the pan when I'm back in the city
I'll deal with the demons if dealing in zenny, got mana, got
Plenty, not falling to any, when I hear the battle music, I'm not friendly
Verse 3 (GBJ):
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Chorus:
HP solid, EXP brolic
Cali boy sent it in, DMV called it
RPG knowledge, we be the problem
Did it for the village and really

Verse 4 (Louv):
It’s too dangerous alone, I got too many foes
Writing known to scare folks like Edgar Allen, yeah, Poe
I see visions of the raven, nevermore will you flow
Seeing me foreshadows death, you would think I’m a crow (hoe)
Got 8 different flows, like ten different styles, spit
Spicy, you mild, I kill ‘em with style, too
Sick: spewing bile, got drip they in denial but fuck fishing ‘em out, I’ll
Just wait for the drought then run up like “what it 'bout”, might cut your lips off your mouth

More than ever more have I seen so much green in front of me
Your page dead as fuck, while I push P, you seeing tumbleweeds
My gun customizable, transform it just like Bumblebee
Dudes think they Megatron 'till I hit 'em with that thunder beam-b-beam

My all seeing-eye will have you gripped in my autocratic government
Loose lips: they be sinking ships - speak on the gang? Get censored quick
Smoking on purp, IT LOOK LIKE HIT, UTTERING FLAME, EACH VERSE A HIT
SPEAK ON THE GANG, YOU CAN GET HIT, BANG THE STICK

Chorus:
HP solid, EXP brolic
Cali boy sent it in, DMV-
RPG knowledge, we be the problem
Did it for the village and really we all in