WORD A' MOUTH - Russian Roulette lyrics

rate me

(feat. Thirstin Howl & Pumpkinhead)

[Intro over chorus:]

I ain't scared to play. Let me see that. What you doin?

Your not playin this game right. You gotta spin it, spin it.

Just like that, spin the barrel. I'ma try it!

Spin the barrel! Watch I ain't scared. Watch this, watch! [gunshot]

[Thirstin Howl]

Poured blood, ignored love, even Thor trusted a little devil

in all us, the motor that keeps cheatin wives, lawns cut

At a fallen temperature before I'm even warmed up

At the speed of thought, thug niggaz fight for a needless cause

All you hear is "stop the stealing" when nearin stores

Uncommon Valour with the French make players take the bench

Above the rim without touchin the net

Thirsty, greedy, sometimes desperate

When I lock rap down I'ma booby trap the exit

Barracade the entrance, turn demonics screamin into harmless kids

Whispers, no challengers

Winnin the belt, if I say I'm top notch, I'd be just limitin myself

MC's bore me like elevator music

Street panhandlers with ?three-socket? sewage

All A & R's named Ufid

If life's a bitch I'm one of her two kids

A motherfucker, if the show fits

If rap was a school I'd be teachin at Yale's institution

Brooklyn hardrock, with a toothpick

Threatenin your life and safety with new risk

Scillionaire, after I burn MC's I give 'em

information on free clinic care

[Chorus: All]

You get one shot, one chance to bust

Who bust first? first to get slain

Playin Russian roulette

[repeat]

[Mr. Metaphor]

My lyrics sprout like a brussle, son

I get you open like a ?claire-o? mussle, I might jam my knuckle

Break it down raw like Brickface and stuck-o

Eat you like a dick steak you fucko! *echoes*

Whip you with my belt buckle, you wanna scuffle?

Pull your card while you suffer, I bag your bitch like a duffle

And grill you like a ?wild nigga? fall like ?Allah fall?

I remove your tonsels I'm out for kids like youth hostiles

Inhale force fires, blowin trees out my nostrils

Diggin underground like carbon pipes outta fossils

I wet you up like ponchos on a dark, stormy night

And spark forty mics, I beat you up like forty dykes in Brooklyn

You'll get taken, tooken for every nook and cranny

I'll stick your daughter and the nanny, take your baby's candy

Grab the brandy out the cabinet

Take any found inhabitant and make his mind inadequate

I spit my lyrics accurate, immaculate

Its hard to capture it you don't got half my wit

You better find an advocate to plead your rapture

I leave your hands in the air, you leave in laughter

Stuck in the intro, I'm on the final chapter

[Chorus]

[Pumpkinhead]

I play roulette, with five bullets in the revolver

The problem solver, rhyme evolver, descendent of Ghana

Usin the marijuana to blaze niggaz like lava

Hot like sippin java in the sauna

I'm cold blooded like iguanas

My rhyme takes form, cock back the hammer on the biscuit

I make stroms, the weather wizard, hordes to never visit

Heaven's gimmicks, my arms cross in b-boy positionin

Mix hydro with nitroglycerin

Pose with the mic in the tie hold lyrics hard like pistol whippen

I studied out the nigga mysticism

And still quick to catch you like prince of principal medism vision

I'm about to pull the trigger gotta make a quick decision

The sweat drippin cloudin my wisdom, lost my religion

I guess thats the cost of livin in this world

With no girl, no jewels or pearls

Confirmed my new script, my thoughts is suicidal sick

I pull the trigger all I hear is a click

My thoughts is sick, I pull the trigger all I hear was a [gunshot]

[Building Block]

Then I rise and shine from lies to blind the mind's eyes

And ties that bind, you'll find your rhymes are dime-sized

Compared to mine, you got no concepts

Eatin from my table of contents take words out of my context

My language is, like Arabic too complex

Got you mixed like marriages

My songs flex from my larynx, vex ya like a labyrinth

I stab ya with, my daggerith, your haverith

The Block hit, toxic material thats hazardous

Ya bring life like Christ of Nazareth, then Lazarous

Fabulous how I be rackin, presence to rap kiss

In fact this radioactive flows that hold you captive

Tracton's own home is where this rapper roams

And catacombs, trap your poems and stay witcha like chaperones

Control it with a dart like Napoleon Bonaparte

You get stoned and sparked, bones and burn poems like Joan of Ark

[Chorus]