Let the Games Begin

Lyrics

[Production by Rich 5] [Verse 1: Kool G. Rap] Yo, I come in the form of danger lurkin' Blastin' a mag, straight to murkin' Shot at strangers from out the Ranges and Suburbans Curtains for anybody perpin' Leavin' 'em hurt for certain Blood on the curb, with bandages like turbans We roll the Durban All in this dirt, puffin' the herb and We bring the verbs and Double actions 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 skills remain tight as Holy Mary the Virgin Slowly carry the burden So we varied the shit you heard and 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 MP Open your friendly wimpy, frame like a M.D Blow you until your block's windy Be on sort of a shot frenzy My Glocks don't stop 'til the cops end me Blow only hollow tops in me Hazardous shit - guns is accurate Sendin' niggas to meet the King of Nazareth Playin' me close has a risk I bash cliques like they was masochists Blast of tear gas, thinkin' I'm pacifist Pass the fifth One last kiss before your ass is missed These bastards is gettin' clapped by the strapped activist [Chorus x2: Kool G. Rap] Yo, let the games begin The TEC and MAC-10 flames begin Thugs to the end, my whole crew insane with sins Hammers to firin' pins Me and my kin be makin' you spin The Lord of The Devil be takin' you in [Verse 2: Kool G. Rap] It's the Corona, Queens apocalypse My block is hit with a dark eclipse Take in the hostages and grab the Glocks and clips The rap's apostle as big as the Loch Ness Large as Colossus is Marvelous shit, get shot at the esophagus The thug saga novelist Sex in this rap shit; monogamous Rainin' like the tropics, while you be topic-less 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 shit that we on Niggas go to Warrick like Dionne Put the G on I analyze guys with Montana eyes And vandalize any man alive Soon as the hammer rise, cut 'em down like samurais Kickin' that real shit that you fantasize Niggas step aside and recognize That G the real cat, pack a steel gat, baby, feel that Leave you layin' flat wit' ya' shit clapped and peeled back Battle at this 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 goes, baby [Chorus x2: Kool G. Rap]