Sometimes I flow staccato Strip you of bravado While you be acting macho I try and switch it up I see the games you play And the traps you lay Not fit to fall in, but it let you play them anyway (X2)
Sit , here the clock tick Watch the leaves on the plant flick From the fan above, the room and I lit Head trip, deliberate! Cease fighting the feeling and submit Flow with it Like the path preexists in hidden codes Masonic They peep us like a web cam, from the pyramid’s attic Passed from hand to hand, let’s say coincidence Or better yet, 6th sense My instincts telling me to back up from that handshake that was intense (X2) Brush it off and commence, blame it on myself tripping Til the shit hits the fan, cuz I steered from the plan About face, and Billy Jean step into to place Throw my coat on the hook, recap the time that I wasted I know that spittin’s a bad habit, but I can’t help the taste Still searching for the clues as it becomes a cold case Procrastinator Til I think to remove the sheet from your face, reveal the naysayer…
Sometimes I flow staccato Strip you of bravado While you be acting macho I try and switch it up I see the games you play And the traps you lay Not fit to fall in, but it let you play them anyway (X2)
Now you ain’t saying nada Sweating, getting hotter? Change your tune, why bother? I’m bout to rip you up! Such a control freak, you mouth the words I speak (you got your nerve) you question me, but you ain’t even listening your world is make believe but I keep pretending that I’m flexible so you think your will’s got me bending putting all your energy into negativity you’re holding over me while your steady scheming But I’m making moves while your sleeping and dreaming Of being larger than life, your own hype your believing? Well now, you’ve been faking the funk since the beginning Too many chapters in now to rewrite and fix the ending Besides, you question what kind of message that be sending? That you’s a chump? Punk butt? So what! I care not of the roles you choose to play By the way, I’m sure of a beginning and an end but everything in between is all grey…
Sometimes I flow staccato Strip you of bravado While you be acting macho I try and switch it up I see the games you play And the traps you lay Not fit to fall in, but it let you play them anyway (X2)