Artist: Abstract Rude Album: Battle Axe Warriors 3 Song: Come Out To Play Typed by: bizarro@fortress-of-solitude.net Mass distortion the amps are screaming Pandemonium in the B-Boy Kingdom Destroy and sting 'em venemous sharp tip Feeling his pen strokes For women and men folk Ab's recording for bastard orphans All homes is broken life's in your hands Don't let the moment stifle your plans God bless the homeless no one supports them Puffin' Alaskan or maybe some Oregon Feel the wrath of Scorpion to your misfortune Set the torches, my last one scorched 'em Now they back for more of this natural order 'Stract is sort of addictive on ya Strong as a prescription for some pure ganja Code of Honor and secret holdin' From the oldest shamen to youngest, quote it in (chorus) Warriors, come out to play-ee-ay-ee-ay (Where my warriors at? Where my warriors at?) With swords and shields and guns and knives With pens and pads turntables mics we're Warriors, come out to play-ee-ay-ee-ay (Where my warriors at? Where my warriors at?) With chains and bats brass knuckles pipes With rhymes I write that can shed some light on this Mass confusion the spotlight beaming Trip like illusions in colliseums My contribution will fry their braincells Blaze a tight rhyme now it's time to raise hell We come with the bomb and best cuts And when the show's over your hair is messed up like Mass distortion grabbin' the porcelain Drunk too much gin throw it back up nauseous Cautious, do not drink too much nightly don't know When my last day here might be Rights of passage, life's a math test Add up your successes and losses clashes With arch-rivals, we tribal My whole discography's a Bible Don't bite your idols Won't play high-post But when I sleep it's only one eye closed, niggas (chorus)