Quiet Game ft. DOS4GW, Collasoul Structure, Jyroscope & SKECH185 Lyrics

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