Troy K. - Ph.D (Playing The Hand Dealt) lyrics

(Verse 1) They on their Shania Twain, don't impress me much/ Look stupid, like Presley in a blue suit and tux/ I'm built so strong yet so smooth, like a Mazda truck/ My only sk**'s getting flukes, cause I mastered luck/ My mind tapped like oil reserves in Alberta/ Got nerve son? / to face machine gun flows with nerf guns?! / Pew Pew/ the game is my property/ so I'm telling All y'all dogs to get off my lawn, so shew shew/ don't bother me/ Y'all Illusionsts, got your tricks, no real dudes/ Got punch Houdini in his kidney lines, they'll k** you/ So just give me my whip and my cowboy hat/ Cause I'm about to spit, Indie—Anna Jones rap/ Spitting Christina Aguilera rhymes/ cause their Beautiful, no matter what they say, every line/ Lyrically murderous Dexter, k** tracks in a dark room/ They Dexter too, but more like the Cartoon/ (Hook) (X2) Ain't here to Takeover or multiply/ Or mutate, but wait's over, I'm playing this game/ Playing the hand I'm dealt, giving a try/ Ain't nothing else, cause the dealer knows my own name/ (Verse 2) If Ye' could do “All falls down” and “Jesus Walks” / Excuse me, if I go all balls out with Jesus talk/ So if No I.D. can scratch Resurrection/ Don't mind me if I attach these verses to records/ Gold there is, rubies in abundance too but/ Lips that speak knowledge and wisdom are a rare j**el son/ Uni & Hiphop are good fit settle in/ Got this/ God blessed me with the 5th element/ knowledge/ When people talk to God it's praying, but check it/ But when God talks to people you call them schizophrenic/ I'm out the ward, ready for Open Mic/ but when I Stroke it right, it opens up for me, hope there's “Life/ after d**h” but don't pray hustler's prayer, I pray The Lord's/ God gave me rebirth, I cut my own cord/ I found, once more/ these rappers flaw/ they got Swag, not righteousness, I'm swag backwards ‘Gaws'/ (Hook) (X2) (Verse 3) Gotta hold down the block like a loose Lego piece/ Cause these lil' kids stay high like a falsetto screech/ Violence pervades from the malls to the streets/ So I'm asking the Lord to lay me by a sweet meadow beach/ I say I need someone to beat on/ I just need someone To lean on/ someone's love to feed from/ to see my seed spawn/ But I sold my soul to God, won't ask for a refund' / I refuse to be a tall tree trunk for these dogs to pee on! / If I'm at my best when I'm a fighter, then I'll never have peace/ But I'd rather spit truth than a clever a** tweet/ Y'all wanna-be revolutionary, but ain't do sh**/ Never tutored the kids/ or move food with crews off the skids/ All you do is make stupid excuses too quick/ til your Train of intuitions go swift chew chew off lucid grids/ So about God's people and the game, I got many cares/ Guess I gotta become the answer to my many prayers/ (Hook) (X2)