(feat. Brooklyn Academy)



We do three eh?  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]



[Chorus: 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



[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 niggaz 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 booby 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

MC's bore me like, elevator music

Street panhandlers with resalvaged sewage

All A&R's, bling-you-fit(??)

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

A motherfucker, 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 no risk

Skillionaire.. after I burn MC's 

I give 'em information on free clinic care



[Chorus]



[Mr. Medaphor]

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 fuck-o

Whip you with my belt buckle; you wanna scuffle?

I pull your cards while you shuffle

I bag your bitch like a duffle

Then grill you like a waffle

You'll fall like falafel[?]

I remove your tonsils

I'm housin kids like youth hostels

Enhalin 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 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 inadequeate, 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



[Chorus]



[Pumpkinhead]

I play roulette, with five bullets in the revolver

The problem solver rhyme evolver descend into 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 storms

The weather wizard who [??] and 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 alchemian[??] mysticism

But still quick to cut you

like you Quiza-prison[??] from a distant vision

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

The sweat triple clouded my wisdom, lost my religion

I guess that's the cost of livin in this world with no girl

no jewels 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]



[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 labryinth

I 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

Control the [?] of dark, like Napolean Bonaparte

to get stoned and sparked

Bones that burn poems[?] like Joan of Arc



[Chorus x2]