Chris Jones - House of Cards lyrics

Yo, it's Chris Jones [Verse 1] I call it audio abuse and desensitization Displacement, the dissimulation of all races It's basic, the state of the game is making me anxious So, face it, the forefathers of rap are disengaging and Moving aside for newer generations of hip-hop Never backing down to the sound of the clock's tick tock Shows guts, no guts, no glory and I learned it from the best, by listening to the stories Heeding all of the warnings, taking all the advice Developing my perception and living my life right Chalk it up to experience, I let it be my guide I realize that fame doesn't happen overnight Today's talent tends to blow up, sell out, fall the f** off I laugh at you fake cats who relishing in what y'all dumb luck brought You don't know hard work, don't deserve a thing you've got Walking around, running your mouth, pretending to be something your not Forget that sh**, y'all so confused that you don't know what to do My roots trace right back to '92 Stepped up out of the womb, made the hospital room sound like a zoo and Now, I make the ba** go boom I'm from the underground, dirty like the tunnels where the rats scatter Ass backwards, my man, I'm madder than the Mad Hatter I've got a crooked mind, I can't think straight If it's shape up or ship out, then I'm shipshape [Verse 2] Vortex spiraling, my mind is running wild again Defying this, rectifying my viral environment Denying this, that'd be like adding fuel to the fire pit I'm implying it's the last breath of a dying kid Flying ripped, tryna find a constant in my conscience Exhausting options, haunted by my problems Robbed, unwanted goblins chopping at my thoughts All chalked up on the walk, no clock up on the wall I'm too tall to fall, too gone to brawl with the falsity I'm crawling up the wall with my demons, I got them all with me A small city getting swallowed by my hollow roots I play my trump card, so you can't follow suit and Now, you're flaking out, waiting, debating with bated breath Shaking instead of shaping up in the mess Afraid to take a step, fading away to grey, but this ain't d**h It's fate in the flesh and hate in my head that raids a plague of stress Man, I've been singled out and reprimanded for Working magic when everyone else is heavy-handed I'm like a f**ing Praying Mantis on the mic when I'm surrounded by the green, watch me vanish out of sight