Dangerous Grounds

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
All them real live motherfuckin niggaz step up front right now
Its goin down
One love to
Long Island
Hempstead in my heart baby
Shaolin what?
Come on, come on, ha
Dangerous ground
Tre pound seven spin around for my bredren the cloud come down
War and peace,
I take it to the street
Land shark on my lawn chop the thumbs off a thief
And curse his first born, is this thing on?
Send em to the children of the corn, we the people
See, niggaz through the eye of the demon
My lethal injection, destroyin evil
Hot Nikkel, private eye one pistol
Aimin at your brain tissue, do or die
Said the spider to the fly, 'Could this one be tasty?'
Like momma apple pie goodness,
Johnny Blaze me
On the job like
Dick Tracy
Hit the cure for that ill shit like
Ben Casey,
M.D.Symbolic thrill like
God he shocked it
Like a finger in a light socket, too good to be forgotten
In the rotten apple
I kick dirt on your sand castle
Check the flavor all natural
Beat your feet
Hot Nikks son
Heat-mizer
Before you get the main course
Taste a appetizer
Submerged in the word
Heavy headed verbal that smack you
Mentally disturb you, attack you
Thirty six chamb once again comin at you
Young gun got the body snatch you observe
Wise words you can only see through the third
I fall way beyond the norm on the verb
Shine on mental nourishment, you can dine on
Track yellin at me get yo arrow god
Victory is hard, regardless to whom or what
They all movin targets
AllahRunnin through your house and your block party, with rap shotty
And hot rock the body body,
St. Bernards
Couldnt save your entourage, rap lobotomy
Leave ya mentally scarred, numb and possibly
Dumb deaf and blind is it
I kick the spine out the battery backs
Fuckin with mine keep it movin
Now everybody just throw your hands in the
What the fuck, fuck?
Peace, who this?
Mind detect mind,
I P.L.O. your startin line
Deep Space
NineDesigned for knuckleheads who bust guns and throw signs
Lets converse snatch the tap from your purse
Body-surf on the verse head first
Peep defeat, bitch
Street beat you down with the heat
And you spazzed out spittin out teeth aint nuttin peace
Big boys dont destroy blunted zone pop steroid50 men convoy, expensive wheres the big toy
Rumble through the wasteland right hands on the silencer40 caliber city slicker
Staten Islander
Synchronized minds combine thoughts that motivate
Dont perpetrate pass the blunt let it circulate
Street politicians on a suicide mission
Crime vision finger itchin from a scope view position
Dangerous ground
Tre pound seven spin around for my bredren the cloud comes down
Keep your eyes open
Love potion number nine poetry in motion
Knowledge me the seventh sign
Scopin, connivin, infiltrate is most of mine
Play em nonchalantly, calmly expose the nine
Push and get shoved what the fuck
Gods thinkin of
Comin in the club wit that screwface, actin up
Is we men or mice, bad moon risin we wild for the night
Kill a skitzofrenic nigga twice cuz o
Thats what happened when frontin on the
Shaol borough
Island of
Staten we in here no fear
Assault wit intent
To kill your whole regiment its real
Startin wit yo president, duckin my dart gun
Tear apart son you dont want it then dont start none
Blaze one with
Jonathon, part man part fly
Handle my
B I camouflage like
G.I.Fat like
Joe, a day in the life
Your money or your life thats the life
Everybody cant afford ice in the struggle
Tryin to eat right another day another hustle hustle hustle
Dangerous ground
Tre pound seven spin around for my bredren the clouds come down
War and peace,
I take it to the street
Land shark on my lawn chop the thumbs off a thief
Motherfucker