Story Behind The Song

The song's goal was to be kind of like an action movie but in a song form where both emcees give very detailed descriptions of what will happen upon testing two very skilled and highly-regarded emcees.

Song Description

This song is about what will happen to someone if they attempt to challenge two elite wordsmiths, Flaco and Proph. Both emcees give scenarios and examples of the gruesome outcomes of making this mistake.

Lyrics

Verse 1:

Foolin' with me is like fornicatin' with Satan / A blatant disregard for your life is what your takin' / When making the decision to step to the unforgiven / Who's willin' to ruin the realm in which you're livin' / With precision I execute like a sharpshooter / Spit like a Reuger the lyrical Freddie Kruger / Bringing terror to ya disrupting your dream / Empty like the lava bringing heat to your scene / Stampede over emcees leaving them to bleed / Without a breath to breathe the rest feel relieved / That I'm not yet conceived a formula to lead / All weak emcees into a suicide frenzy / Make it look cool and trendy like a Bentley / The lyrical Jim Jones mixing up a medley / Of something deadly made Kool Aid friendly / So drink it up drink it up until the cup is empty

Chorus 1:

Foolin' with me you think it's safe but it's not / It hurts alot maybe even worse than being shot / Cuz Flaco and Proph we break 'em off ain't nothing soft / So who ya foolin' with?

Verse 2:

Grab a can of kerosene and some matches and a canister of propane / Find yourself the biggest metal barrel follow me / Go ahead and place the contents in open nozzles / Step into the barrel sportin' your trendy apparel / Have your friend throw a lit match in / And the next thing you know they're notifying your next-to-kin / That's just one of the case in points I use / When alarm clock emcees wake me I just hit snooze / Foolin' with me the whole taliban couldn't protect ya / Let's B-Real you get Rod-man like Ms. Electra / I'm in the mix like batta touch heads like the Mad Hatta / Call me speed cuz I make hearts go pidda-padda / I don't need a new tattoo every week / Just to feel like a man crossbone snake or armband / You can find us in the lab building like a mason / With a revolving deejay door in case we have to replace 'em / We dispose of thug replicas we waste 'em / And role with a cheatin' cartoon artist to help us trace 'em / "Riders on the storm" we toot our own horn / Blow shots like porn and comfort the women that's scorned / The verbal acrobats danglin' one hundred feet above you / With a deadly verse and we're letting go head first / A straight plummet making you sick to your stomach / Whodunnit? Yours truly I take a bow and you don't want it, chant...

Break

Verse 3:

Cuz playin' with me is like playin' chicken with a missile / You won't win bro holding a lil' bitty pistol / Plain and simple I'm spittin' sicker than sickle / With lyrics sent to cripple leaving yours in the hospital / Cuz you can't move the crowd the boos are loud / So leave while you're allowed before you get plowed / Like a flagrant foul sent straight to the canvas / While I dance on your face like your first name is malice / My soul is callous I flow like a rabid savage / Causing damage to you rappers rappin' average / I'm snatchin' baggage to send it back with a package / Of highly-reactive heat keep your mind blown up

Chorus 2:

Foolin' with me you think it's safe but it's not / It hurts alot maybe even worse than being shot / Cuz Flaco and Proph we break 'em off ain't nothing soft / So who ya foolin' with?