G Rap began working with DJ Polo in 1986, releasing several underground hit singles including "It's a Demo"/"I'm Fly." Two other singles, "Streets of New York" and "Road to the Riches," received heavy rotation on Yo! MTV Raps and cemented his reputation as one of New York's top lyrical auteurs. His talent for telling a compelling, hard-luck story in a single song was considered second to only that of Rakim. While G Rap grew in popularity, he never crossed over like Biz Markie or Big Daddy Kane, both also members of the Juice Crew.
G Rap began a solo career in the mid-1990s, released 4,5,6. This and subsequent LPs saw little attention from critics or consumers, and G Rap began collaborating with others. Signing to Rawkus Records, G Rap launched a comeback with 2002's The Giancana Story. "Giancana" also is said by Kool G Rap to be the "G" in his name in the song "Drama". The album was well-received without commercial success.
In 2008 he released Half a Klip on Chinga Chang Records, featuring production from DJ Premier and Marley Marl, among others. His 2011 album Riches, Royalty, Respect showcased his true to form style and lyricism.
Let the Games Begin
Kool G Rap Lyrics
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Yo I come in the form of danger lurkin
Blastin the mad streets and merkin
Shot at strangers from out the Ranges and Suburbans
Curtains for anybody perpin
Leave in a hearse for certain
Blood on the curb and bandages like turbans
We roll a durbin
we bring the verbs in
Double action's loaded with Germans
Area's urban, block's hot where we be swervin
Gun fights strike like a serpent
People nerves jerkin
Lay down any person
strictly for just talkin rehearsin
The skills remain tight as Holy Mary the Virgin
Slowly carry the burden
so we varied the shit you heard an'
hit you with the different methods and versions;
we simply,
let bullets rip until the clip is empty
Get laid in your tracks as if you was ??
Hit you like Jack Dempsey
The mac packin MC, with gats clappin like an M.P.
Over your friendly wimpy, frame like an M.D.
Blow you until your block's windy
Be on short of a shot frenzy
My glocks don't stop til the cops hem me
Blow holy hollow tops in me
Hazardous shit - guns is accurate
Sendin niggaz to meet the King of Nazareth
Playin me close has a risk
I bash clicks like they was massacres
Blast the tear gas, thinkin I'm pacifist
That's the fifth, one last kiss before your ash is missed
These bastards is gettin clapped by the strap at the wrist
Chorus: Kool G. Rap (repeat 2X)
Yo let the games begin
The tec and mac-10 flames begin
Thugs to the end, my whole crew insane with sins
Hammers to firing pins
Me and my kin be makin you spin
The Lord or The Devil takin you in
[Kool G. Rap]
It's the Corona Queens apocalypse
My block is hit with the dark eclipse
Takin no hostages, so grab the glocks and clips
The rap's apostle-ist, niggaz to Loch Ness
Large as Colossus is
Mumblin shit get shot at the esophagus
A Thug Saga novelist
Sex in this rap shit monogamous
Rainin like the drop is while you be topicless
Blow money monopolist - do it for eons
Shinin like it's, neon - heart colder than freon
Decidin which MC to pee on;
baby cause that's the shit that we on
Niggaz go to Warrick like Deion
Put the G on
I analyze guys with Montana eyes
to vandalize any man alive, soon as the hammer rise
Cut em down like samurais
Kickin that real shit that you fantasize
Niggaz step aside or recognize
G. the real cat, pack the steel cat, baby feel that
Leave you layin flat witcha shit clapped and peeled back
Battle-actin rap shit'll put you in back of a Cadillac
A bad decision; fuck up your whole vision like cataracts
Red roses on a dead foe
Layin in wet clothes from head blows
Your whole brain be exposed
Get your body torn out the frame from lead throws
None of my victims ever bled slow
Stiff as Edgar Poe, that's how it go
Chorus
In Kool G Rap's "Let the Games Begin," the rapper describes his dangerous lifestyle on the streets, where he owns the game with his crew of thugs. He starts by describing the violence he causes, from "blastin the mad streets" to "leaving in a hearse for certain." Kool G Rap and his crew are not afraid to use their guns, described as "double action's loaded with Germans," and they are willing to shoot anyone who gets in their way. The lyrics also suggest that they are not afraid of the police, as their guns don't stop until the cops hunt them down.
The chorus of the song repeats the phrase "Let the games begin," which suggests that Kool G Rap and his crew see their violent lifestyle as a game that they are winning. They are described as "insane with sins," and the lyrics suggest that they do not care whether they end up in heaven or hell. They are ready to fight anyone, and the 10th stanza even compares them to samurais.
Overall, the song is a description of the rapper's lifestyle that is dictated by violence and guns. Kool G Rap portrays himself as a man who lives life with little care for the consequences of his actions.
Line by Line Meaning
Yo I come in the form of danger lurkin
I am a dangerous presence, always lurking
Blastin the mad streets and merkin
I am killing people on the streets
Shot at strangers from out the Ranges and Suburbans
I shoot at anyone from my car
Curtains for anybody perpin
Anyone who tries to come against me will die
Leave in a hearse for certain
The people I kill will be transported in a hearse
Blood on the curb and bandages like turbans
My violence leads to blood on the streets and people requiring medical attention
We roll a durbin
We smoke marijuana
All in this dirt, puffin the herb an' we bring the verbs in
We smoke weed and come up with lyrics
Double action's loaded with Germans
My guns have double the ammo and are of German make
Area's urban, block's hot where we be swervin
We operate in urban areas where things are dangerous and unpredictable
Gun fights strike like a serpent
Gunfighting is deadly and unexpected
People nerves jerkin
People are very anxious and tense around me
Lay down any person strictly for just talkin rehearsin
I will kill anyone who talks too much and rehearses too often
The skills remain tight as Holy Mary the Virgin
My skills as a rapper remain strong and powerful
Slowly carry the burden so we varied the shit you heard an' hit you with the different methods and versions;
We take our time to produce different styles of music
we simply let bullets rip until the clip is empty
We shoot until we run out of bullets
Get laid in your tracks as if you was ??
You will be stopped in your tracks as if you had been hit with an unknown force
Hit you like Jack Dempsey
I will hit you as hard as legendary boxer Jack Dempsey
The mac packin MC, with gats clappin like an M.P.
As a rapper, I carry a gun and use it like a military police officer
Blow you until your block's windy
I will shoot until everything around you is destroyed
Be on short of a shot frenzy
I am always ready to shoot
My glocks don't stop til the cops hem me
I continue to shoot until the police stop me
Blow holy hollow tops in me
I will be shot with powerful bullets if I am attacked
Hazardous shit - guns is accurate
Guns are dangerous because they are precise and accurate
Sendin niggaz to meet the King of Nazareth
I will kill my enemies and send them to the afterlife
Playin me close has a risk
Anyone who gets too close to me risks getting hurt or killed
I bash clicks like they was massacres
I destroy groups with ease
Blast the tear gas, thinkin I'm pacifist
I show no mercy, even using tear gas
That's the fifth, one last kiss before your ash is missed
You will die and be missed, but only barely
These bastards is gettin clapped by the strap at the wrist
These people are being shot and killed in a way that is brutal and violent
Yo let the games begin
The fight has started
The tec and mac-10 flames begin
The guns are firing
Thugs to the end, my whole crew insane with sins
We are criminals and will continue to be until the end
Hammers to firing pins
We will use any weapon necessary
Me and my kin be makin you spin
We will make you dizzy with our skills
The Lord or The Devil takin you in
You will either go to heaven or hell after your death
It's the Corona Queens apocalypse
There is destruction everywhere in Corona Queens
My block is hit with the dark eclipse
My neighborhood is suffering from a terrible event
Takin no hostages, so grab the glocks and clips
I am not taking prisoners and am using guns
The rap's apostle-ist, niggaz to Loch Ness
I am considered the best rapper and can even compare myself to mythical creatures
Large as Colossus is
I am very large and strong
Mumblin shit get shot at the esophagus
If you talk nonsense, I will shoot you in the throat
A Thug Saga novelist
I am a writer of gangster stories
Sex in this rap shit monogamous
I am devoted to rap and nothing else
Rainin like the drop is while you be topicless
My rhymes are like a rainstorm, while you have nothing interesting to say
Blow money monopolist - do it for eons
I am greedy and have been doing this for a long time
Shinin like it's, neon - heart colder than freon
I am very flashy but have a cold heart
Decidin which MC to pee on; baby cause that's the shit that we on
I am choosing which rappers I will disrespect and am doing so unapologetically
Niggaz go to Warrick like Deion
People come to me for help, like Deion Sanders or Dionne Warwick
Put the G on
I represent the Gs, or gangsters
I analyze guys with Montana eyes
I can tell a lot about a person by looking into their eyes, like Joe Montana
to vandalize any man alive, soon as the hammer rise
I am ready to destroy anyone with a hammer
Cut em down like samurais
I will eliminate my enemies like a skilled Samurai
Kickin that real shit that you fantasize
I speak truth, even if it is uncomfortable
Niggaz step aside or recognize
Get out of my way or show me respect
G. the real cat, pack the steel cat, baby feel that
I am the real deal, and carry a gun to prove it
Leave you layin flat witcha shit clapped and peeled back
I will shoot you and leave you dead and exposed
Battle-actin rap shit'll put you in back of a Cadillac
If you try to fight me with words, you will lose and end up dead
A bad decision; fuck up your whole vision like cataracts
Coming up against me would be a mistake, and would cause you to lose everything
Red roses on a dead foe
I will have flowers at your funeral
Layin in wet clothes from head blows
You will be shot in the head, and your clothes will be soaking wet with your blood
Your whole brain be exposed
Your skull will be destroyed, revealing your brain
Get your body torn out the frame from lead throws
You will be shot so many times that your body will be unrecognizable
None of my victims ever bled slow
People die quickly and violently when I kill them
Stiff as Edgar Poe, that's how it go
The people I kill are so stiff that they resemble the dead body in an Edgar Allan Poe story
Contributed by Maria B. Suggest a correction in the comments below.