Devil’s Playground

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