Styles of Beyond — Dangerous Minds

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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