Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song House Of Games 2 , by - Locksmith. Song from the album A Thousand Cuts, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопHouse Of Games 2 |
| Yeah |
| Yo—yo |
| Stick a fork in his corpse, cordially courting |
| Sourcing his portion for organs, give metaphors an abortion |
| A portrait of poor sportsmen, endorse and remorse towards him |
| I torch his vocal cords 'til his course is the four horsemen |
| Your core’s forcing, they roar but I’m board snoring |
| A smorgasbord of endorphins, I’m dwarfing your dwarf swordsmen |
| I retort but of course no recourse for it |
| I’m more of a moor, that’s why my rapport discourse for it |
| I’m forming a fort, forcing proportions that pour forward |
| Sort of a four-fifth to your orifice you poor bitch |
| Forfeit, tryna spit with this nigga, I forewarned him |
| Waging a war, décor of Muhammed or George Foreman |
| Performing vocal expressions that questions the status quo |
| Inhabit no sense of worth when you barely can pack a show |
| Distracted by the fact that I was too rabid impacted by |
| The shit that people said, but instead let amplified |
| And niggas want a response, my response; |
| «Keep waiting» |
| Fools rush in, smart niggas keep patient |
| Chasing the next man, the best plan developed wrong |
| Fuck rushing a freestyle my nigga, make a better song |
| I don’t know what to say |
| Yo, Yo, one round Roger Mayweather, Rocky Lockridge |
| Who better to rock with than the Locksmith, stop it with the gossip |
| Sweat when the clock tock tick |
| The plot got thick, the bomb like the rhyme that AK kicked |
| Body bashing, bruised, broken bones, bloody mosh pits |
| Truth telling is labeled hate speeches, these poisonous brain leaches |
| Smack the principals and rape the fake teachers |
| Hypocritical Hollywood hoodlums that make features |
| Political pandering preachers that desecrate Jesus |
| Dumbing down the society, everything is over-simplified |
| Cowards are put on pedestals and heroes are villainized |
| My organization Untouchable Force, Ice Mix Master |
| And life’s shit baffling, fight bitches staggering |
| Towards this white dick javelin, dispatching 'em, every lyrical diss catching |
| 'em |
| Distracting 'em, pistol packing click clacking 'em |
| You can’t claim title with no win first |
| You’re a bigger pussy than the pussy when it give birth |
| Keeping the poor in the prison |
| Rhyme like a '90s cat from Rawkus was spitting |
| Reflection Eternal and Nas in the source, It Was Written |
| Not influenced by any corporate decision, I ignore your opinion |
| I’m the GOAT above Fraizer, Norton, Foreman and Liston |
| Laws of religion cause the hoards of division, doors of admission |
| Causing the friction, inscription like the walls of Egyptians |
| Paint a portrait like the Lord of the Christians, taint and altered his pigment |
| False depictions got us all in a prison |
| But it ain’t no God in this system, can’t evolve in conditions |
| Where they write me off as being off and left my thoughts in perdition, bitching |
| Often would grapple, tackle this road to no progression |
| Claiming you atheist but still worship your possessions |
| Ground broke with a down stroke and a noun spoke |
| And the town folk scrounge for an abound rope |
| But they found no amount floats |
| Sex trafficking out the Vatican rather than found hope |
| Profound smoke from burning oaths you thought they found a new pope? |
| Black chemicals signify the simple lies, the masses rally |
| Screen shot of a rap blog, saw the image of Alex Crowley |
| Amass the tally, I pass it barely, I’m Makaveli |
| That’s strong as the purest dope or this rapper from outta Cali |
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