Amalgamated(The Game) Lyrics

Here's a little taste, it's a thing that you save for your S.O.

Another, penny for your thoughts

The realest man, the biggest Stan, an endless fan of everything

Already another simmer in your mind, get it out at the right time

Waitin' for the world to be sublime for everybody

A little crummy to say a problem's too big to solve

What's your world revolving around

Never just one, try but can't ever hide from the sun

Are you done yet

Jokin' or lyin'

I'm just waitin' for the surprise endin' and better beginnin'

Split the log and burn it

No matter what, you deserve it

There's a natural order

God always making some sort of game

Hard to tell the difference in the two you's I've used

Not sayin' I'm perfect, but can't be far from it

Conscious down to the haunches

My words will haunt ya

Can't hear complaints, so no need to explain

How I amalgamated the game

Conscious down to the haunches

My words will haunt ya

Can't hear complaints so no need to explain

How I amalgamated the game

Said enough to cover every base

Let me intrude onto your new space

My face like monster's ink, now let that sink in

Still only peekin' at the brink of my brain

Really gonna make me get to the lane and reframe it again, leave you lame again

When you try to take em down from the top

Don't ever stop unless you're tryin' to get in the mind of someone you're not

Just wish em well and expel that negative feelin'

Can't ever have a ceiling, cause I won't ever have enough

Till the worms are goin' through my stuff

Only scale I'll use to measure the distance between where you should be

When you do something don't wonder what else it would be

Not even a second past what it could be

Even the people from the hood see the ground

No need to mention what grows out

Just another big summer blowout, simple question of what you know about

Sorry

Puttin' on another show to drown the noise

Not rhymin' for you cause you ain't worth it

Simple as searchin' it up, just another cup of advice

Cutting another slice down the middle

Don't even have a name for the type of music that I make

Conscious, down to the haunches

My words will haunt ya

Can't hear complaints so no need to explain

How I amalgamated the game

Conscious, down to the haunches

My words will haunt ya

Can't hear complaints so no need to explain

How I amalgamated the game

Hook line sinker, lettin' out another stinger

Let me straighten it out

I'm a rapper and you're a singer

Puttin' another through the ringer

It's a simple ding of her bell

Spellin it

Mellin' it

Compellin' it

Sellin' it

Wellin' it

How many ways I gotta list it out, nope, still ain't get it

Pointin' the finger, listenin' to that mirror

How about a drop of horror in the mix

Just another fixer-upper

Another six-pack for the summer

Driftin through the winter

Now shut up and listen

Another winner for your mate

Finally able to get this off a plate