The Games You Play (feat. Voice)

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 pyramid's attic Passed from hand to hand, let's 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 spitting'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 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 Don't you ever get tired of thinking about your dope, greedy small self Now you ain't saying nada Sweating, getting hotta Change your tune, why botha I'm bought to rip you up Such a control freak You mouth the word's I speak You question me, but you ain't even listening You're 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 holding over me while you steady scheming But I'm making moves While you're sleeping and dreaming Of being larger than life You own hype you 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 role you choose to play By the way I'm 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 I don't understand this game