Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Come Out To Play , by - Abstract Rude. Release date: 04.01.2010
Song language: English
Come Out To Play |
| Mass distortion the amps are screaming |
| Pandemonium in the B-Boy Kingdom |
| Destroy and sting 'em venemous sharp tip |
| Feeling his pen strokes |
| For women and men folk |
| Ab’s recording for bastard orphans |
| All homes is broken life’s in your hands |
| Don’t let the moment stifle your plans |
| God bless the homeless no one supports them |
| Puffin' Alaskan or maybe some Oregon |
| Feel the wrath of Scorpion to your misfortune |
| Set the torches, my last one scorched 'em |
| Now they back for more of this natural order |
| 'Stract is sort of addictive on ya |
| Strong as a prescription for some pure ganja |
| Code of Honor and secret holdin' |
| From the oldest shamen to youngest, quote it in |
| Warriors, come out to play-ee-ay-ee-ay (Where my warriors at? Where my warriors |
| at?) |
| With swords and shields and guns and knives |
| With pens and pads turntables mics we’re |
| Warriors, come out to play-ee-ay-ee-ay (Where my warriors at? Where my warriors |
| at?) |
| With chains and bats brass knuckles pipes |
| With rhymes I write that can shed some light on this |
| Mass confusion the spotlight beaming |
| Trip like illusions in colliseums |
| My contribution will fry their braincells |
| Blaze a tight rhyme now it’s time to raise hell |
| We come with the bomb and best cuts |
| And when the show’s over your hair is messed up like |
| Mass distortion grabbin' the porcelain |
| Drunk too much gin throw it back up nauseous |
| Cautious, do not drink too much nightly don’t know |
| When my last day here might be |
| Rights of passage, life’s a math test |
| Add up your successes and losses clashes |
| With arch-rivals, we tribal |
| My whole discography’s a Bible |
| Don’t bite your idols |
| Won’t play high-post |
| But when I sleep it’s only one eye closed, niggas |