Let The Games Begin - Kool G Rap

Yo, I come in the form of danger lurking

Blastin' a mag, straight to murking

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 in

We bring the verbs and

Double actions loaded with Germans

Area’s urban, block’s hot where we be swerving

Gun fights strike like a serpent

Leave your nerves jerking

Lay down any person

Strictly for just target rehearsing

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' emcee, 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 hem 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 masochist

Blast of tear gas, thinking I’m pacifist

Pass the fifth

One last kiss before your ass is missed

These bastards is gettin' clapped by the strapped activist

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 be takin' you in

It’s the Corona Queens apocalypse

My block is hit with the dark eclipse

Taking the hostages

So grab the Glocks and clips

The rap’s apostle-ist, Big as the Loch Ness

Large as Colossus is

Marvelous shit

Get shot at the esophagus

The Thug Saga novelist

Sexin' 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 emcee 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

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 go

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 be takin' you in