Lyrical Tip Game Down (feat. Obe Bomaye)
Game Down feat. Obe Bomaye
VERSE 1 – Lyrical Tip
Put your hands up if you feel me/ hook the gas up to this trill beat/ strike a match and let a fire burn up in this bitch, let'em know I'm the ill chief/ Very few niggas that kill beats, dammit show me where the real be/ f..ck the chitter chatter, split a nigga matter, let the cows know that they still beef/ Take a picture while I'm still me/ my transformation hella real B/ before and after, I'm the sort'a actor with no practice when coming to switch scenes/ Ex's gone know that they miss me/ when the paparazzi and the glitz beam/ they blew the vapors and conclude the Super Mega hella composed, but could this be?/ Scar for Mufasa amidst dreams/ razor on dope when i mix keys/ droppin' the flakka I grip fiends/ while these zombies that copy they get seen/ steady bangin' their heads when the king speaks/ tomorrow the Audible sick team/ finna bother the matyrs of history/ we go (blakka, blakka!!) then dip flee/ Take the lesson and fall back/ you're weak its depressing, you're lost black/ put Gucci Mane on the label of your ketchup, you still won't be getting' your sauce back/ You lookin' for Jesu but God's back/ He livin' inside you the door's jammed/ I'd give you the key but you gotta be me to give it what it takes for the cause chap
HOOK
Body Bag (body bag, murder, body bag, murder, body bag, down)
Put the game inside a body bag (Go kill'em, f..ck it the year is yours nigga, Go kill'em, f..ck it the world is yours nigga)
X2
VERSE 2 – Obe bomaye
I count to three then I manifest/ I ain't got no manners yet/ I say grace before I eat, but I read the game like an analyst/ Yo clique can't handle it/ whole crib stay candle lit/ hella high like camp fire, can't put it out with no sand pit/ my old shit just a sample/ my new shit an example/ of a blue pill with a green leaf on a sunny day with the sandles/ everything dismantled/ everything just mental/ never aim at my temple/ A B C's just simple/ pop, pop! Like pimple/ put a stop watch on your temple/ smoke the la la like it's indoor / do a slide-by by the window / by the window/ I slide by for the info/ to see what you be into/ I'm just tryin'a cut like ginsu/ tryin'a cut that cheese, but I don't ever count my paper/ tryin'a cut my cheese, but don't ever doubt my labour/ don't ever sit at my table/ don't ever touch my cables/ if you ever hear that I'm never here then I might be a f..ckin' fable
HOOK
Body Bag (body bag, murder, body bag, murder, body bag, down)
Put the game inside a body bag (Go kill'em, f..ck it the year is yours nigga, Go kill'em, f..ck it the world is yours nigga)
X2
