When I was a kid
We used to play a game
I think you know the rules of our game
I have no time to play games
Sometimes I flow staccato
Strip you of vibrato
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 I let you play them anyway
Sometimes I flow staccato
Strip you of vibrato
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 I let you play them anyway
Sit, hear 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 pre exists in hidden codes Masonic
They peep us like a web cam from the pyramids attic
Passed from hand to hand, lets say coincidence
Or better yet, sixth sense
My instincts telling me to back up from that handshake that was intense
My instincts telling me to back up from that handshake that was intense
Brush it off and commence
Blame it on myself tripping
Til the shit hits the fan
Cause I steered from the plan
About face, and Billy Jean step into place
Throw my coat on the hook
Recap the time that I wasted
I know that spittings a bad habit
But I cant 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 vibrato
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 I let you play them anyway
Sometimes I flow staccato
Strip you of vibrato
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 I let you play them anyway
How could you do this to me
Me, me, me, me
Dont you ever get tired of thinking about your dope, greedy small self
Now you aint saying nada
Sweating, getting hotta
Change your tune, why botha
Im bought to rip you up
Such a control freak
You mouth the words I speak
You question me, but you aint even listening
Youre world is make believe
But I keep pretending that im flexible
So you think your wills got me bending
Putting all your energy into negativity
You holding over me while you steady scheming
But Im making moves
While youre sleeping and dreaming
Of being larger than life
You own hype you believing
Well now, youve 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 yous a chump, punk butt, so what
I care not of the role you choose to play
By the way
Im sure of a beginning and an end
But everything in between is all grey
All grey, all grey, all grey
Sometimes I flow staccato
Strip you of vibrato
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 I let you play them anyway
Sometimes I flow staccato
Strip you of vibrato
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 I let you play them anyway