Hostile Lyrics

I burn a mic like I'm yearning to earn stripes up

A surgeon working a knife with the words surged thru the mic of

The scenes servin the white and the first murder to strike up

Disturbed version of life from the perch versed in the lights

Of the days that the streets raised and the grace that the kings gave me

The plate that he keeps waking up makes me a fiend crazy

Relate me to fake fucks but it's way too obscene stating

My aim is to make ducks out of 80 percent playing

Cuz now I'm making moves and blazing my path

To finally enter in this game give a taste of my wrath

Breaking a groove that be the centerpiece of hate that I have

Making a movie out these dismal streets I raised on my ass

Im with that shit so just save all ur full clips

I was raised in the pulpit of the game and I hate when it's bullshit

All your fake foolery plays and it makes for a tools trip

A slave being praised by the youth that's afraid to be too tipped

It's the Game from the great gospel

On the chase to remain hostile

Game from the great gospel

On the chase to remain hostile

All im ever gonna need in this mic

Transport the grand scheme of his life

The stampeed of why I can't see

defeat in this fight

I mean I needed all these bad dreams

to see in this light

That I can kick this bitches ass and be a fiend for this life

Cuz knowin how I'm transceived I've seen the intentions

And looking back at all the bad skeems to seein fruition

I mean regardless of the past me I see a new vision

And what the fuck I see is music me and people who listen

Cuz everyday I feel a different change and when it's time to grip the reigns

I'm verbally equipped to keep the frenzy flyin into flames

Proving my intensity new disguise he meant to change

From dude who used to rap to dude whos truly live and in the game

I'm humble gladly speak my soul to this shit

Roll up a fatty and release the havoc molded within

I know id rather be at home n stoned then go seekin crys

Roll up the reefer get a pen and pad and go bring a hit

It's the game from the great gospel

On the chase to remain hostile

Game from the great gospel

Chase to remain hostile

This was some spur of the moment

Sittin at home with pnemonia

For God's sake I made the beat on my phone

Just to reiterate the fact I'll put MCs into comas

Same fucker that I been about just clean in my zone of

Completely shitting on these wack MCs that seem which you clone from

Cuz being lit be all these fags intrigued and keep spitting so dumb

See me and quickly giving dap and cheese sneak dissing grown some

Cuz you lack and couldnt spit that heat and Dee whip that dope up

I ain't tatted on my face or living lavish on my page

I work my ass off at a steakhouse gettin at it in a chase

To get my ass up out the waste found when the man in me had raised

And it ain't no more getting chased round by the agony and pains

Simply soaring getting attaboys gravity's obtained

No more panicking or crashing noises tragedy explained

Gods path ain't always what your plannin after we embrace

We soul search and reach some understandin glad to be escaped

It's the game from the great gospel

On the chase to remain hostile

Game from the great gospel

On the chase to remain hostile