Don't Play Me Close

[Intro: Lord Shafiyq] I am the flyest with bolo to ever go solo Peep the vocal chord of the Lord and I will go Deeper and deeper into a rhyme cause I'm genuine And I'mma rhyme all the time [Verse 1: Lord Shafiyq] Shafiyq is unique with no physique of a pipsqueak I give a speech to speak to the meek About being weak-minded, yeah I find it Off-track but I came back cause I timed it Perfect, now watch the Lord work it Like an acetate, or a circuit I circulate, rotate like a spinning plate And Doc will operate with no mistakes It ain't the French, it's the Islamic connection Don't play me close or breathe in my direction I rope-a-dope against the rope, put you in a yoke And choke you to death and make you run out of breath Because you're soft like cloth, emcee you ain't hard I'll fry you in lard for not being a God The bombs I drop are like missiles that whistle Rhymes are issued to damage your brain tissue I sweat Methadone, my star's a hexagon Plus the crest it makes it seven, now what went on Was a perfect example of building Addition to our tradition, so listen To the endless deliveries of perfectly timed phrases That sends the cerebrum to growth stages The mind ages, indeed the wages Of sin is death to an emcee who says his Rap can be matched with the Lord's, somewhat attached You were caught like a catch, by your tongue you was snatched Doc gave you a scratch... how d'you like that Don't play me close [Verse 2: Lord Shafiyq] Hold up a glass of water Let's make a toast to those brothers who try to play me close Not knowing, not recognising the civiliser Who heats up like Heat Miser, and wiser and wiser I get The longer it takes to translate so you can contemplate But don't affiliate me with something other than great, try lingual On the jingle I'm not bilingual But I'm single so I can mingle along with the song And ??? I must carry on I'm large, accumulating weight Building mass and power so I can dominate Like Dominique on a shooting streak Scoring, soaring way above the boring Weak rhymes are so annoying I'm blessed, but not by Buddah Who wants to bite what I recite, I wanna know who's the punk Who jeopardised his career Like Roberto Duran, brother man, I got a smear of terror Cause my life is strict, there's no conflict Don't play me close [Verse 3: Lord Shafiyq] Shafiyq in Africa which should be Sudan The Nubian who's an Ansaar who stands Firm, my stature's like Gigantor I'd rule like Godzilla if I was a dinosaur But I'm not so no need to imagine They expect for me to get ill or get mad when Someone criticises me But the soul that lies with me just energises me To shine, yet you continue to jock The light from the right, now you ought to stop Sweating, my name ain't Keith, leave me alone I'll be sure you can get off on your own My battallion of original stallions can hang Just like medallions BA Verse, he's the quiet one Khalil will get ill, he's the riot one Safiy uses his paintbrush to brush Chino Chan sprays the Uzi on those who try to rush And doctor us, so bury your thought And suppress your ego, cause you need to be taught About the Chosen Ones, whose group consists Of many scientists, but one vocalist That's I, the one who never flim flams Got knowledge of self which is knowledge of a black man Lyrics come in barrages causing mirages DJ Doc is large, his scratch massages my itch If I had a girl who ate pork, I'd shoot the bitch Right in the head, watch her drop dead And say sorry then fill her with more lead Don't play me close