Paper Tiger - Game Over lyrics

[Verse 1] Welcome to the future Rap won't save you Can you hear that? Rap won't save you You want the truth? You can't handle the truth You want Phantom sun-roofs, Armadale 80 proof From shake, to shook, to shuck From cake, to cook, to cluck No hustling backwards That's the labor of luck Gander back, holla front f** a Mack of the Month Where the Zag? Roll the blunt and chill the f** out (chill) But you better chunk ‘em up doggy Sweep the leg Johnny What it do whoadie? Hit ‘em up homey Get ‘em up off me Walk away talking sh** and acting co*ky He ain't gon' harm me Bob Marley Better off kicking rocks with his army Wet ‘em up OG Simmer down Rudy, settle back mommy Saddleback booty I'm a Dogtown b-boy, low on the see-saw From the shore, to the sea floor De la Doom (huh?), from the Tree (oh!) Oak medallions (what?) No bling [Hook] You went the wrong way down a one way One way out, one way to win: Go big or go home boy Go all in, Ahhh yeah get ‘em riled up Game over. Game over It's all this coke, it's all that liq, it's all the fame It's all been done, it's all been fixed, it's all the same I got no time for games, lames, or dames [Verse 2] Time for some rearrangements Take the Independent Railroad, we gonna get ‘em out the slave whips Til they're wireless and chainless Are those the Faces of d**h, or just stages of being famous? It's the monotone, monosyllabic, mono-stereo, solid zone cold static Malachi York looper, stuck on Lucifer, Big Boss Koopa Super Downloader Bros. down low Until the suture opens, choke on hookah Turn the cheek,and make a nuclear war head Arm-legga-legga-arm-head-lock Suicide smart bomb I say my name “Mictlan” like an “X” in Islam I got no time for games, lames, or dames [Hook] And if you're sick of the world Well I'm sick of the wording And I could be sick of it all But I'm just sick from the earling If you don't stick to wall You better stick ‘em up early If that ain't stickin' at all Then just stick up the birdie Like hush… [Hook] Rap Music