Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dangerous Minds, artist - Styles of Beyond. Album song 2000 Fold, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 11.06.1999
Record label: Ideal
Song language: English
Dangerous Minds |
| See, she got trapped from the rear, Tiger Chan and Takbir |
| Slap em down, make em drown, in the muddy water slaughter |
| You oughta be able to pick up your pen and defend |
| Cause if you can’t, me and my friend terrorizin' all |
| Revoke all my actions and still won’t fall |
| Stab you all like rag dolls — time for voodoo |
| See we can do what you do — change your smelly diapers filled with doo doo |
| Then toss them and?? |
| no scratch allowed ha? |
| You weak to Deac', your piece don’t ever ever try to compete |
| I’m fat in cellulite, keep it discrete and delete |
| No longer will you exist in the war of the wack minds |
| Takbir, rollin' on fools like Pathfinders |
| It’s the grandmaster, look like the Flash when I’m runnin' |
| Laps around those who can’t adapt to fat sounds |
| Backgrounds and pots on stage is what you need and, yo |
| Ryu, pass me the gauze to stop the bleedin' |
| Jaycee got sick with the tracks, so I flip with the rap |
| Enough dope, to make the world’s biggest triple beam collapse |
| Jump up and get jacked |
| Collide like an avalanche and a haystack |
| Stay back, the will of force is awesome |
| Tied 'em up to the pole with ropes and scorch 'em |
| Burnin' with the flame and the match I aim |
| Shoot splat, uh oh, uh oh, what, who’s that? |
| Yeah, Tak-Takbir, uh ah ah, yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah. |
| «Hit 'em at point blank range and watch 'em radiate» |
| A wicked combination with my dangerous mindstate |
| «Hit 'em at point blank range and watch 'em radiate» |
| Suffocate the victim he’s trapped with no escape |
| Yo, it’s Tiger Chan from San Fernand' |
| Dolo trippin' fat vocal code bring katanas to your throat |
| My persona is that of a Don Dadda, so I gotta |
| Slay sixty-four suckers and bounce like an impala |
| From the junkyard, scientifically pullin' your trump card |
| Speak with respect when you speak of the God |
| But yo, bust it, I get up in asses like hand puppets |
| When Ryu bring the ruckus, rappers start kickin' the bucket |
| Tackle me, who’s the toughest, kid to get clowned |
| Rolled, smoked, and passed around Cuban imported Dutches |
| Lyrics servin' me justice, plus it’s payin' my bills |
| Step up and get swept up like kitchen spills |
| By the man who got more skills than 2Pac got mills |
| In a shoe box, bangin' S.O.B. |
| out your boombox |
| Hah hah, so what happened? |
| Actin' like a G, but your name ain’t Julio |
| Messin' with my Dangerous Mind like you was Coolio |
| Michelle Pfeiffer, I keep it hyper like a sniper |
| Buckin' in plain view, my fangs bare like a viper |
| Step into my cypher, son, and get tagged |
| Around the toe, MC Rah Rah, now you John Doe |
| «I'm goin' out blastin', takin' my enemies with me» |
| Strictly with the rhymes, Dangerous Minds is risky |
| «I'm goin' out blastin', takin' my enemies with me» |
| Whiskey in the brain keep me from goin' insane |
| «I'm goin' out blastin', takin' my enemies with me» |
| Tipsier than hippie hallucinogenic semantics |
| «I'm goin' out blastin', takin' my enemies with me» |
| It ain’t nuttin' but some ol' Tiger Tiger Tiger Chan |