[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
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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
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Copy to Clipboard: [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
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