Текст (слова) песни: Kool G. Rap - Let the Games Begin

 
[Kool G. Rap] 
Yo I come in the form of danger lurkin 
Blastin the mad streets and merkin 
Shot at strangers from out the Ranges and Suburbans 
Curtains for anybody perpin 
Leave in a hearse for certain 
Blood on the curb and bandages like turbans 
We roll a durbin 
All in this dirt, puffin the herb an` 
we bring the verbs in 
Double action`s loaded with Germans 
Area`s urban, block`s hot where we be swervin 
Gun fights strike like a serpent 
People nerves jerkin 
Lay down any person 
strictly for just talkin rehearsin 
The skills remain tight as Holy Mary the Virgin 
Slowly carry the burden 
so we varied the shit you heard an` 
hit you with the different methods and versions; 
we simply, 
let bullets rip until the clip is empty 
Get laid in your tracks as if you was ?? 
Hit you like Jack Dempsey 
The mac packin MC, with gats clappin like an M.P. 
Over your friendly wimpy, frame like an M.D. 
Blow you until your block`s windy 
Be on short of a shot frenzy 
My glocks don`t stop til the cops hem me 
Blow holy hollow tops in me 
Hazardous shit - guns is accurate 
Sendin niggaz to meet the King of Nazareth 
Playin me close has a risk 
I bash clicks like they was massacres 
Blast the tear gas, thinkin I`m pacifist 
That`s the fifth, one last kiss before your ash is missed 
These bastards is gettin clapped by the strap at the wrist 
 
Chorus: Kool G. Rap (repeat 2X) 
 
Yo let the games begin 
The tec and mac-10 flames begin 
Thugs to the end, my whole crew insane with sins 
Hammers to firing pins 
Me and my kin be makin you spin 
The Lord or The Devil takin you in 
 
[Kool G. Rap] 
It`s the Corona Queens apocalypse 
My block is hit with the dark eclipse 
Takin no hostages, so grab the glocks and clips 
The rap`s apostle-ist, niggaz to Loch Ness 
Large as Colossus is 
Mumblin shit get shot at the esophagus 
A Thug Saga novelist 
Sex in this rap shit monogamous 
Rainin like the drop is while you be topicless 
Blow money monopolist - do it for eons 
Shinin like it`s, neon - heart colder than freon 
Decidin which MC to pee on; 
baby cause that`s the shit that we on 
Niggaz go to Warrick like Deion 
Put the G on 
I analyze guys with Montana eyes 
to vandalize any man alive, soon as the hammer rise 
Cut em down like samurais 
Kickin that real shit that you fantasize 
Niggaz step aside or recognize 
G. the real cat, pack the steel cat, baby feel that 
Leave you layin flat witcha shit clapped and peeled back 
Battle-actin rap shit`ll put you in back of a Cadillac 
A bad decision; fuck up your whole vision like cataracts 
Red roses on a dead foe 
Layin in wet clothes from head blows 
Your whole brain be exposed 
Get your body torn out the frame from lead throws 
None of my victims ever bled slow 
Stiff as Edgar Poe, that`s how it go 
 
Chorus
 

Другие песни Kool G. Rap :

Blowin` Up in the World
First Nigga (Primo Remix)
Let the Games Begin