Pawns In the Game
"Now, you're fucking fired up"
"You're fired up, now"
"With your fucking bullshit"
"That was some bullshit, man"
"My brain isn't fucking working, I've been drinking beer"
"You gotta keep him with beer, baby"
"This outta control psychotic ninja-warfare demon, is over here making me look foolish. And, now FEMA is gonna take over, and Hitler was for your fucking guns"
"The radio won't"
"This is a Payday exclusive"
"The radio won't play this"
Yum-yum...
"His word"
You out-did yourself this time, baby...
"His word is liquid-nails, bitch"
Give me some of them drums, you know them knockers...
"This is a Payday exclusive"
"Bang"
You know I need it...
"His word is liquid-nails, bitch"
Food for the soul, baby...
"FEMA becomes the boss"
"They call it rap music"
C'mon...
My weapon of choice make 'em queasy, you can take it slow, take it deep, or take it еasy. Either way you take it, it's love...
Justicе talking naked as love...
Some muthafuckas wanna question & test, the same cat's that jump from checkers, to chess. Without the game instructions, never-the-less, you pay the price, maybe twice when you mess with the best. I'll stick 'em in a prison with Khomeini & crew, and ain't shit Rumsfeld, or Dick Cheney can do, they're just pawns in the game, and it's true, the dumbing it down is done now, I'm sayin' to you. Lets understand we're dealin' with some crooks, put our heads & cheddar together, focus on the bishops & the rooks...
Check it...
The board, I'll clean the jawn, your horse can't see what my queen is on, sprinklin' it all on like parmesian, I got an army, we can go pawn, for pawn...
Just when you think you're ahead of the game, (the game) the rules get altered, and forever they change. (change) Then, you find out everything was fixed, and somebody's been stealin' your chips...What would you do? (would you do?) Just when you think you gon' be scoopin' the pot, (the pot) them slimy muthafuckas start lootin' your spot. (your spot) 'Ya betta grab a weapon, and get ready to go, (yea) I'm just a messenger, who's lettin' 'ya know...it's all true...
"Unfortunately, I wish he was wrong about alot of things, but he's right about them"
Now, you must understand how I hate to brag, but I'll rip this beat like a paper-bag. I'll keep 'em havin' eargasms, it's ridiculous, my mic would be drenched, if this track had a clitoris. Understand every word that say, or bang-bang-clickedy-clang-da-dang-dang, it's quite clear. You want that live shit? It's right here, sit back & relax with your light-beer...
I got that hot shit for days, to make you ball up your fists in rage, there can only be one Mr. Payze, you'll never meet nobody with a sound like this. I don't wanna get rude in here, but I will if they don't bring food in here, you better wear your SCUBA gear, if not my dear, you'll drown in bliss. I'm a self-contained unit, breathin'-apparatus, that is just check the status. I've been sayin' & doin' it, and I'ma gather the whistle-blowers, and make 'em work for you, if it's the last thing I do...
Just when you think you're ahead of the game, (the game) the rules get altered, and forever they change. (change) Then, you find out everything was fixed, and somebody's been stealin' your chips...What would you do? (would you do?) Just when you think you gon' be scoopin' the pot, (the pot) them slimy muthafuckas start lootin' your spot. (your spot) 'Ya betta grab a weapon, and get ready to go, (yea) I'm just a messenger, who's lettin' 'ya know...it's all true...
"President Obama has British Prime Minister Gordon, today. Calling for a New World Order, to tackle our global economic crisis"
"And, here they come"
"Good lord, Waffen S.S."
