Rivers Of Blood Lyrics - Kool G. Rap

The Chinese have a saying: "Dangerous men will meet in our streets." 

And so it was. We were raised between the clans, 

And that meant pressure on me to make more weapons. 

And as word of the gold shipment spread, 

Strangers suddenly appeared in jungle village 

Ay yo, ay yo, Machete still stainless 

The archbishop run from the Knox 

A Chris biscuit plus play the heart, wrists glisten 

Goon captain, catch me in Africa black down with 4 5 Somalians 

Black Tims, rubber suit Wonder Woman, bangers a blue coupe 

I'm usually upon the roof countin' mad loot 

Root beer reefer, teeth frame, doin' my 1, 2 

Smokin' with a plain Jane trooper 

Excellent with rifles, out in Japan 

In a flight goons switchblade poke out the night boots ? 

Thrusted on a bullet train with chains on, gettin' my train on 

Thunder money, make bread, brainstorm 

All this is made for the Forbes list 

Broads get pissed, say "Yo he fucked me out his drawers he dissed me" 

All this is calculated, the Batman with a black hand 

Mafia money, killas who rock tans(?) 

Bone crushing, smooth kicks, blades choppin', move ? bricks 

Masters of the weaponry, sells to both cliques 

Blacksmith, with the iron fist 

Bone crushing, smooth kicks, blades choppin', move ? bricks 

Masters of the weaponry, sells to both cliques 

Blacksmith, with the iron fist 

Rigamortus, I watch the body rot to the bone structure 

Scrape out your brain, watch your eyeballs rupture 

Black magic, leave your fuckin' skull in a soup pot 

Makaveli, Vamoose like 2pac 

Suicidal tendencies, down to white Hennessy 

Look in the book, I'm the definition of menace b 

Chokin' niggas out for no reason, it's duck season 

I'm cold as ice, 6 degrees below freezing 

Stay dipped, rock a striped shirt like Freddy Kreuger 

You'se a baby piranha surrounded by barracudas 

Seven thirty, I'm more like 6 o' clock 

Straight up and down beatin' up niggas till there's blood in they socks 

Ox em, duff em', stuff 'em in black bags 

Without gettin' no blood on my fresh rags 

Ruthless, heart of a stone, grown with no emotions 

I piss out brewhas, poisonous potion 

Bone crushing, smooth kicks, blades choppin', move ? bricks 

Masters of the weaponry, sells to both cliques 

Blacksmith, with the iron fist 

Yeah, it's the three deadly venoms with weapons in the denims 

Shit that'll shake windows and break lay tenants 

Left field, aim crooked and straight blaze in em 

Have you niggas with straight-legs with a fake leg in em 

Wolf in sheep's clothing, eyes scoping a tender lamb 

Spin you bitches like a ballroom dinner dance 

G-Mode dress code got suspender clamps 

Russian roulette, money bet, go and spend your chance 

You little fleas get killa bees and army ants 

EMS cut up your jeans like zombie pants 

Hollow chrome to your collarbone 

Ping against your dome piece and sound like the first key on a xylophone 

Grown men discussing death and the malice tone 

See how quick the smiley faces turn solid stone 

Ghostface, Rae and G be the wildest known 

We straight street, we keep seats in the palace throne 

Bone crushing, smooth kicks, blades choppin', move ? bricks 

Masters of the weaponry, sells to both cliques 

Blacksmith, with the iron fist