Raidermen - “Devil’s Playground”

[Emcee(s): Stex and G-Blass]

[Producer(s): Charlemagne]

[Intro: Stex]

It’s rough out here. A lot of cops, a lot of competition, a lot of snitches. You gotta watch how you move out here or the Devil’s Playground could be your destiny

[Verse 1: Stex]

“Freeze!” is what the Feds first told me

Searched by ten hands, pushed up in the caravan

My man nev’ narc’ed on ‘em, they dusted him

Gave them a driving lesson, stick-shift finessing

The codename they gave me was “Bullfrog” (Uh huh), they told

The radio they got me, but they lost my log

Next stop: Fed building, Queens Boulevard

Interrogation over exported cars

They offered me immunity if I turned rat, but I ain’t

With that, saw the judge, Queens House, black. Kept

The grip on my lips ‘cause loose lips sink ships

And cause killing. I’m benching a million in case I gotta

Knock out fronts and fillings of punks pulling stunts

But heads were cool. “Watch your back” primary rule

With jail bars I’m face-to-face. Feds ain’t have enough

So the State took the case—lucky me

Exposed by a snitch, ex-peep, FBI sweep

Now I’m in a bullpen thirty-deep

[Hook: Raidermen and (Sample)]

I’m in

(“That’s my destiny”) The grass with the snakes—do I walk or do I slither?

(“That’s my destiny”) It’s not hard to figure. I stand and deliver, use

(“That’s my destiny”) Caution, getting Grants, flow like a Raiderman

(“That’s my destiny”) Men, not mice. Plan stays precise

[Verse 2: G-Blass]

My temper rages, I’m pulling twelve-gauges

The only thing that last from the aftermath of G-Blass:

Broken glass, wrecked bodies, hot, smoking

TECs and shotties. Add up my losses

Hunted by special forces, a big mouth

Got me in Bronx House, I wanna rebel

Stuck in a cell, getting closer to Hell, so what you

Looking at? You don’t know me. Eating cold bologna

I go insane slowly, sleeping on a

Hard wooden bench, inhale the foul stench

Another world my brain went, waiting for arraignment

I’m trying to see the pavement, the whole process mad

Stress. Ill-fated, incarcerated

I hate it. A bad attitude? That’s how I made it

Locked-up, boxed-up, running out of luck with a

Felony charge next to brothers that was large

Stuck in the bing, half black and Latin King

The system’s in cahoots, got me spending extra loot

The DA’s living foul. We could win—let’s go to trial. Just a

Victim of circumstance. You gotta advance

Can’t be held down in the Devil’s Playground

[Hook: Raidermen and (Sample)]

I’m in

(“That’s my destiny”) The grass with the snakes—do I walk or do I slither?

(“That’s my destiny”) It’s not hard to figure. I stand and deliver, use

(“That’s my destiny”) Caution, getting Grants, flow like a Raiderman

(“That’s my destiny”) Men, not mice. Plan stays precise

[Verse 3: Stex]

Jail cell opens, I’m slapped in some cuffs, chained-up

Two by two, pushed into a jail bus

Leaving the world, crossing the bridge to the island

Clawed-crab suits is what I’m now styling, heads

Wilding, catching tickets, losing good time over

Slot time, cuts on domes over phones

Emergency Response Unit, ERU rushes through

Paramilitary crew strip-searching you

Scariest sound is when the captain says, “Take him down”

Saw this pig get pound, Devil’s Playground

North facility bing ruled by the Bloods

Either join or get laid like rugs. Thugs with

Bangers setting it, other catching it. Green lights

And fights, many looking at life, beefing and

Scrapping are the only daily happenings. Keloid

Fashions, grills getting smashed in—it happens

Standing strong, pumping weight. For my soul train

I won’t be late, holding it down ‘til my release date

[Hook: Raidermen and (Sample)] (x2)

I’m in

(“That’s my destiny”) The grass with the snakes—do I walk or do I slither?

(“That’s my destiny”) It’s not hard to figure. I stand and deliver, use

(“That’s my destiny”) Caution, getting Grants, flow like a Raiderman

(“That’s my destiny”) Men, not mice. Plan stays precise