Mr. Metaphor - Russian Rhoulette (Radio) lyrics

[Intro] "We do three, huh? One, two, three, three [Thirstin Howl III] I ain't scared to play (Three) Let me see that. Whatchu thought? You're not playin' this game right—look You gotta spin it, spin it, just like that Spin the barrel. I'ma TRY IT! SPIN THE BARREL! Watch, I ain't scared SPIN THE BARREL! WATCH THIS, WATCH! {*BLAM*} [Hook] {*overlaps TH3 above*} You get one shot, once chance to bust—who bust first? First to get slayed, playin' Russian roulette You get one shot, once chance to bust, who bust first? First to get slayed, playin' Russian roulette [Verse 1: Thirstin Howl III] Poured blood, ignored love Even swore I trusted a little devil, in all us The motive that keeps cheatin' wives, lawns cut At a boilin' temperature before I'm even warmed up At the speed of thought Thug n***as fightin' for a needless cause All you hear is, "John they're stealing!" When we in the stores Uncommon valor 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 b**by trap the exit Barricade the entrance Turn demonic screamin' into harmless careless whispers No challengers, winnin' the belt If I say I'm top notch, I'll be just limitin' myself Emcees bore me like, elevator music Street panhandlers with resalvaged sewage All A&R's, [bling-you-fit?] If life's a b**h, I'm one of her two kids A motherf**er, if the shoe fits If rap was a school, I'd be teachin at Yale's institution Brooklyn Hard Rock, with a toothpick Threatenin' your life and safety, with new risk Sk**ionaire... after I burn emcees I give 'em information on free clinic care [Hook] You get one shot, once chance to bust—who bust first? First to get slayed, playin' Russian roulette You get one shot, once chance to bust, who bust first? First to get slayed, playin' Russian roulette [Verse 2: Mr. Metaphor] My lyrics sprout like a Brussel, son I get you open like a clam or a mussel I might jam my knuckle Breakin' down walls like brick-face and stucco Eat you like a thick steak, you f**-o Whip you with my belt buckle—you wanna scuffle? I pull your cards while you shuffle I bag your b**h like a duffle Then grill you like a waffle You'll fall like -lafel I remove your tonsils I'm housin' kids like youth hostels Inhalin' forest fires, blowin' trees out my nostrils Takin' underground and carvin' pipes out of fossils I wet you up like ponchos on a dark stormy night And spark forty mics I'll 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—it's hard to capture it You don't got half my wit—you better find an advocate To plead your rapture I'm leavin hands in the air; you leave in laughter Stuck in the intro; I'm on the final chapter [Hook] You get one shot, once chance to bust—who bust first? First to get slayed, playin' Russian roulette You get one shot, once chance to bust, who bust first? First to get slayed, playin' Russian roulette [Verse 3: Pumpkinhead] I play roulette with five bullets in the revolver The problem solver, rhyme evolver, descend into Ghana Usin' the marijuana to blaze n***as like lava Hot like sippin' java in the sauna I'm cold blooded like iguanas My rhyme takes form co*k back the hammer on the biscuit, I make storms The weather wizard who hopes to never visit Heaven's limits. My arms cross in b-boy positionin' Mix hydro with nitroglycerin. Pose with the mic In a tight, hold lyrics hard like pistol-whippin' I studied alchemy and mysticism But still quick to cut you like Crips in prison from a distant vision I'm about to pull the trigger, gotta make a quick decision The sweat trickle clouded my wisdom, lost my religion I guess that's the cost of livin' in this world with no girl No j**els or pearls; unfurl my new script My thoughts are suicidal-sick I pull the trigger all I hear is a click My thoughts is sick. I pull the trigger—all I hear is was a... {*BOOM*} [Verse 4: Block McCloud] Then I rise and shine from lies that blinded mind's eyes And ties that bind to 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 Plex you like a labyrinth I'll stab you with, my dagger if you have a riff The block hit, toxic material that's hazardous You bring life, like Christ to Nazareth, then Lazarus Fabulous how I react with presents to rap gifts In fact, it's radioactive flows that hold you captive Trapped in zones, homes is where this rapper roams In catacombs, trappin' poems that stay with you like chaperones Controller in the dark like Napolean Bonaparte To get stoned I spark Bones and burn poems like Joan of Arc [Hook] (x2) You get one shot, once chance to bust—who bust first? First to get slayed, playin' Russian roulette You get one shot, once chance to bust, who bust first? First to get slayed, playin' Russian roulette