Dangerous Minds - Styles of Beyond

See, she got trapped from the rear, Tiger Chan and Takbir

Slap em down, make em drown, in the muddy water slaughter

You oughta be able to pick up your pen and defend

Cause if you can’t, me and my friend terrorizin' all

Revoke all my actions and still won’t fall

Stab you all like rag dolls — time for voodoo

See we can do what you do — change your smelly diapers filled with doo doo

Then toss them and??

no scratch allowed ha?

You weak to Deac', your piece don’t ever ever try to compete

I’m fat in cellulite, keep it discrete and delete

No longer will you exist in the war of the wack minds

Takbir, rollin' on fools like Pathfinders

It’s the grandmaster, look like the Flash when I’m runnin'

Laps around those who can’t adapt to fat sounds

Backgrounds and pots on stage is what you need and, yo

Ryu, pass me the gauze to stop the bleedin'

Jaycee got sick with the tracks, so I flip with the rap

Enough dope, to make the world’s biggest triple beam collapse

Jump up and get jacked

Collide like an avalanche and a haystack

Stay back, the will of force is awesome

Tied 'em up to the pole with ropes and scorch 'em

Burnin' with the flame and the match I aim

Shoot splat, uh oh, uh oh, what, who’s that?

Yeah, Tak-Takbir, uh ah ah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

«Hit 'em at point blank range and watch 'em radiate»

A wicked combination with my dangerous mindstate

«Hit 'em at point blank range and watch 'em radiate»

Suffocate the victim he’s trapped with no escape

Yo, it’s Tiger Chan from San Fernand'

Dolo trippin' fat vocal code bring katanas to your throat

My persona is that of a Don Dadda, so I gotta

Slay sixty-four suckers and bounce like an impala

From the junkyard, scientifically pullin' your trump card

Speak with respect when you speak of the God

But yo, bust it, I get up in asses like hand puppets

When Ryu bring the ruckus, rappers start kickin' the bucket

Tackle me, who’s the toughest, kid to get clowned

Rolled, smoked, and passed around Cuban imported Dutches

Lyrics servin' me justice, plus it’s payin' my bills

Step up and get swept up like kitchen spills

By the man who got more skills than 2Pac got mills

In a shoe box, bangin' S.O.B.

out your boombox

Hah hah, so what happened?

Actin' like a G, but your name ain’t Julio

Messin' with my Dangerous Mind like you was Coolio

Michelle Pfeiffer, I keep it hyper like a sniper

Buckin' in plain view, my fangs bare like a viper

Step into my cypher, son, and get tagged

Around the toe, MC Rah Rah, now you John Doe

«I'm goin' out blastin', takin' my enemies with me»

Strictly with the rhymes, Dangerous Minds is risky

«I'm goin' out blastin', takin' my enemies with me»

Whiskey in the brain keep me from goin' insane

«I'm goin' out blastin', takin' my enemies with me»

Tipsier than hippie hallucinogenic semantics

«I'm goin' out blastin', takin' my enemies with me»

It ain’t nuttin' but some ol' Tiger Tiger Tiger Chan