Rich 5 - Let the Games Begin lyrics

[Production by Rich 5] [Kool G. Rap] Yo I come in the form of danger lurkin Blastin' the math strange and merkin Shot at strangers from out the Ranges in Suburbans Curtains for anybody perpin Leavin' em hurt for certain Blood on the curb and bandages like turbans We roll the durban All in this dirt, puffin the herb and 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 Leave your nerves jerkin Lay down any person Strictly for just target rehearsin The sk**s remain tight as Holy Mary the Virgin Slowly carry the burden So we varied the sh** 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 SMPTE Hit you like Jack Dempsey The mac packin MC, with gats clappin like an M.P Open your friendly wimpy, frame like an M.D Blow you until your block's windy Be on sort of a shot frenzy My Glocks don't stop til the cops hem me Blow only hollow tops in me Hazardous sh** - guns is accurate Sendin n***as to meet the King of Nazareth Playin me close has a risk I bash cliques like they was masochist Blast the tear gas, thinkin I'm pacifist That's the fifth, one last kiss before your ash is missed These ba*tards 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, big as the Loch Ness Large as Colossus is Mumblin sh** get shot at the esophagus A Thug Saga novelist Sex in this rap sh** monogamous Rainin like the tropics while you be topicless Blood 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 sh** that we on n***as go to Warrick like Dionne Put the G on I an*lyze guys with Montana eyes To vandalize any man alive, soon as the hammer rise Cut em down like samurais Kickin that real sh** that you fantasize n***as step aside and recognize G. the real cat, pack a steel gat, baby feel that Leave you layin flat witcha sh** clapped and peeled back Battle-actin rap sh**'ll put you in back of a Cadillac A bad decision; f** 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