Quiet Game (feat. Collasoul Structure, Jyroscope & SKECH185)
Odd to the marrow
You play straight? i doubt you a arrow
Wah cry about it mansplain later
Time's up, muchacho be careful
Cuidado inside voices
Here's ya bottle put the nipple in ya orifice
Cork it or speak more courteous
Nay to the horse shit yay the voiceless
Hush shut your mouth
Like a dunce overcome with his doubts
Hold your tongue in your bowels
Matte r fact here's the mic go fuck yourself
Ain't no thang as just a word
Wield that language guard that burden
And ain't no sanction in peril
Justify brutal abuse that's just absurd
Curtain call it tab out
Bad trip, good trip, mask down
You got questions? ask now
Speech is a weapon and how
Later ain't promised
The sun'll come out tomorrow or the sun'll get demolished in a
Sudden unforeseeable catastrophic impossible
Demonstration of violence like fuck your accomplishments
And fuck your adonis
Your prophet ain't call it and the god head's lost his
You're a minor accomplice
Wrong side battling for tired misogynists
So if you all about talkin' shit
On a blow your own horn colonics tip
Keep that jawline zipped and
Drop the key in those toxic lips
What you tryna say
Hold up, what you tryna say
huh? whatchu tryna say
You're losing the quiet game
What you tryna say
Hold up, what you tryna say
Huh? whatchu tryna say
You just lost the quiet game
I can only speak for me
A man's
Problem is only his until he leaves it be
No look pass the decency
Slam dunked by lebron
That ol' profligacy
She knew before you thought it
Ain't no need to preach
You seem to think
You know it all
If he should know the all
He would need no applause
If one needs validation
You never known what's taught
Come on let's walk
Principles/principal's office
Send you out with all the tools
To fix your
Lips when you talkin'
Please, miss us wit all the rawkus
Egotrips don't get no playback
Nor does mr fits soundbombing
You will never, get a pass
For all the classlessness you haulin'/hall'in
It'll only get you ass
If it gets kicked and you bought it
Either way you sick
And ain't no prescription for
Christopher walk ins
And no, I'm not absolved of this
I'll take another one of those callers
Till I call it quits
And I find a hole to crawl back in
Failing the stand up guy act everyday
Cause I need an audience
The award for super goofy is mine
Even if it's posthumous
What you tryna say
Hold up, what you tryna say
Huh? whatchu tryna say
You're losing the quiet game
What you tryna say
Hold up, what you tryna say
Huh? whatchu tryna say
You just lost the quiet game
You play straight? i doubt you a arrow
Wah cry about it mansplain later
Time's up, muchacho be careful
Cuidado inside voices
Here's ya bottle put the nipple in ya orifice
Cork it or speak more courteous
Nay to the horse shit yay the voiceless
Hush shut your mouth
Like a dunce overcome with his doubts
Hold your tongue in your bowels
Matte r fact here's the mic go fuck yourself
Ain't no thang as just a word
Wield that language guard that burden
And ain't no sanction in peril
Justify brutal abuse that's just absurd
Curtain call it tab out
Bad trip, good trip, mask down
You got questions? ask now
Speech is a weapon and how
Later ain't promised
The sun'll come out tomorrow or the sun'll get demolished in a
Sudden unforeseeable catastrophic impossible
Demonstration of violence like fuck your accomplishments
And fuck your adonis
Your prophet ain't call it and the god head's lost his
You're a minor accomplice
Wrong side battling for tired misogynists
So if you all about talkin' shit
On a blow your own horn colonics tip
Keep that jawline zipped and
Drop the key in those toxic lips
What you tryna say
Hold up, what you tryna say
huh? whatchu tryna say
You're losing the quiet game
What you tryna say
Hold up, what you tryna say
Huh? whatchu tryna say
You just lost the quiet game
I can only speak for me
A man's
Problem is only his until he leaves it be
No look pass the decency
Slam dunked by lebron
That ol' profligacy
She knew before you thought it
Ain't no need to preach
You seem to think
You know it all
If he should know the all
He would need no applause
If one needs validation
You never known what's taught
Come on let's walk
Principles/principal's office
Send you out with all the tools
To fix your
Lips when you talkin'
Please, miss us wit all the rawkus
Egotrips don't get no playback
Nor does mr fits soundbombing
You will never, get a pass
For all the classlessness you haulin'/hall'in
It'll only get you ass
If it gets kicked and you bought it
Either way you sick
And ain't no prescription for
Christopher walk ins
And no, I'm not absolved of this
I'll take another one of those callers
Till I call it quits
And I find a hole to crawl back in
Failing the stand up guy act everyday
Cause I need an audience
The award for super goofy is mine
Even if it's posthumous
What you tryna say
Hold up, what you tryna say
Huh? whatchu tryna say
You're losing the quiet game
What you tryna say
Hold up, what you tryna say
Huh? whatchu tryna say
You just lost the quiet game
Credits
Writer(s): Patrick Childers
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