Playin With Fire - Styles of Beyond
Stand back put the picture my frame
The handcraft of a master the flicker the flame
That sell three madman Megadef LP
Monster mash prop for what From SOB
Chop the Honeycomb
What would I be without wax
Just another empty battery shell in the pack
String on the puppet laughin' claimin' I'm all of that
When I know in fact everything you claim is all crap
Yo got the fuse lit keepin' it movin' so
Freakin' abusive people are pukin' so
Sick of the music suckin' the fumes in
So don't get it confused I'm not you stupid
Hundred-proof booze in the back all tipsy
Bring two clips I'm clappin' all sixty
Swing through quick and bust if one's empty
Your chances of leavin' the club fiftyfifty
Don't play with me
Don't you play with but
Wanna **** around with Hell's recruits
I'll stomp Satan in his face 'till it melts my boots
I'll use the sun for my throne universe as my home
And your skull as a crown to adorn my dome
Watch porn with your girl slip a mickey in her Beck's
Put a hickey on her neck then the titties I caress
Under match of icky sex I'm the one the chickies sweat
Make 'em suck it 'till their jaw's ****** up like 50 Cent's
Most of you faggots stay postin' that jacked ****
But when we retaliate it's never some rap ****
Swing on your mandible and bring out mechanical
Devices that splices flesh from the intangible
I spark fire like electrical shocks
And ready the Glocks to clash with Connecticut cops
You're on some Brad Pitt **** so you better go watch
The movie Seven 'cause you'll find your wife's head in a box
Rush you bustas get touched with nunchucks
You tough tough askin' to really get ****** up
Who cares what you been through I'm goin' against you so
Sharpen your skills while I sharpen my Ginsu
Gas and ashes and medical kits but see
That's what happens when chemicals mix
The birth of a strange creature umbilical split
But for now the main feature you said it was sick
The word on the streets is that I'm hellbound 'cause
I bully Christians
But I stay up in the armory developin' pulley systems
For launchin' grenades strategically onstage with heaters illegally
Got the sound man shook at my vocal frequency
Back at the crib ***** better strap on a bib
'Cause when I'm bustin' off
It's drippin' off the tip of her chin
Chickens and hens you know
I keep 'em bendin' over for me
With my chef hat stuffin' poultry on the upholstery
Celph Titled's known as a gangsta to some
I got the powers of the godz acclimated to one
All these young cats with Glocks tryin' to clear the floor
I'm old school when I'm pullin' out my Fearless Four
Hear the sound of the clap Bury your face
'Cause the mag that I pack needs a carryin' case
I'm not from the Aryan race but I'll still persecute you
Ride around in the trunk with a little hole to shoot through
I'm Word Perfect back in the circuit
Beentop ten since you were snatchin' purses
Golf club thug a nickel and dime hustler
All them mob flicks are makin' you rhyme tougher
When the nine clicks you freeze
Two sick emcees get cool quick when I'm shootin' the breeze
Who's this Ryu and Tak with Ap and Celph
Spittin' heat 'till the plastic melt watch it
Don't play with me
Don't you play with but
Claim you wanna stay but you have to go
Grab the gun powder blast the calico
Time to saddle up this ain't a talent show
You wanna battle what Bullets that travel slow
Talk but keep steppin'
Discrete false perception
Talk but keep steppin'
Spark with heat weapons
Don't play with me
Don't you play with gun
