War Games

VERSE 1: ---------- No press release, no street date, no game plan but I'm cooking My crews the same, cain't lose my twang no matter how many years in Brooklyn Hillbilly Hoodlum, straight from the woodlands, tryna get involved in some scandals Paid my dues so I can't accept no slander from a man that's wearing sandals Hit the Mandalay, Art Vandelay, when slay the competition, hey My crates are stocked with every break but I can play the composition I bake the cake I pay the check, I wake & bake I pay the rent My lanes in place shit laid to rest...gimme $50k I'll fake the rest, & I'm gone ...Like Letterman slipped you ketamine A spoon fulla sugar compliment the medicine, a Veteran of bar spitting, Carhartts, no hard denim Heath Ledger, I'm a character actor with an addiction Harsh living brought wisdom non-fiction, past participle Partisan & partial to the chickens with the hardest nipple Pulling in they purses to purchase a mobile home, I'm Lurking with street urchins you searching for Roger Stone I'm gone CHORUS: ----------------- This that War Games, potent like that morphine Hope you making change, living more pain for your dream Oh brother, I'm man of constant sorrow, & Everybody died today, had plans tomorrow This that War Games, potent like that morphine Hope you making change, living more pain for your dream Oh brother, I'm man of constant sorrow, & Everybody died today, had plans tomorrow VERSE 2: ------------- One man band, one man gang, one man army, the got dam mane, my brain Flew over the cuckoo's nest & nothings been the same Ischemic attack of my transients, off-white is the ambience, I'm Trying not to sleep forever like eleven Ambiens I take the cake till I'm laid to rest, an eighth a day for my pain & stress I laid to waste the baseless claims that my place has not been set My uncle taught me how to walk a razor doing drugs Said all you gotta do is find an outlet, you the plug I got a letter from the government the other day I opened it, it said they want they bread in 30 days, threatening Levies & seizures, breathing heavy in seizures, my Name is Agent Johnson you can call me at your leisure, the Funny thing is this the 2nd time it's happened Autobiographical, factual, never rappin ...And you can burn in hell with Cas Walker Damn stalkers sending registered mail, up to my office, GO ON (REPEAT CHORUS)