Locksmith, R.A. The Rugged Man - House of Games 2 lyrics
[Locksmith, R.A. The Rugged Man - House of Games 2 lyrics]
Yeah hm
Yo yo
Stick a fork in his corpse
Cordially courting
Sourcing his portion for organs
Give metaphors an abortion
A portrait of poor sportsmen
Endorse and remorse towards him
I torch his vocal cords 'til his
Course is the four horsemen
Your core's forcing
They roar but I’m board snoring
A smorgasbord of endorphins
I’m dwarfing your dwarf swordsmen
I retort but of course no recourse for it
I’m more of a moor
That's why my rapport discourse for it
I’m forming a fort
Forcing proportions that pour forward
Sort of a four-fifth to your
Orifice you poor bitch
Forfeit, tryna spit with this nigga
I forewarned him waging a war
Décor of Muhammed or George Foreman
Performing vocal expressions that questions
The status quo
Inhabit no sense of worth when you
Barely can pack a show
Distracted by the fact that I
Was too rabid impacted by
The shit that people said
But instead let amplified
And niggas want a response
My response "Keep waiting"
Fools rush in, smart niggas keep patient
Chasing the next man
The best plan developed wrong
Rushing a freestyle my nigga
Make a better song
I don't know what to say
Yo, Yo, one round Roger Mayweather
Rocky Lockridge
Who better to rock with than the Locksmith
Stop it with the gossip
Sweat when the clock tock tick
The plot got thick
The bomb like the rhyme that AK kicked
Body bashing, bruised, broken bones
Bloody mosh pit's
Truth telling is labeled hate speeches
These poisonous brain leaches
Smack the principals and rape
The fake teachers
Hypocritical Hollywood hoodlums that
Make features
Political pandering preachers that
Desecrate Jesus dumbing down the society
Everything is over-simplified
Cowards are put on pedestals
And heroes are villainized
My organization Untouchable Force
Ice Mix Master and life's shit baffling
Fight bitches staggering
Towards this white dick
Javelin, dispatching 'em
Every lyrical diss catching 'em
Distracting 'em
Pistol packing click clacking 'em
You can't claim title with no win first
You're a bigger pussy than the
Pussy when it give birth
Keeping the poor in the prison
Rhyme like a '90s cat
From Rawkus was spitting
Reflection Eternal and Nas in the source
It Was Written
Not influenced by any corporate decision
I ignore your opinion
I'm the GOAT above Fraizer, Norton
Foreman and Liston
Laws of religion cause the
Hoards of division, doors of admission
Causing the friction
Inscription like the walls of Egyptians
Paint a portrait like the
Lord of the Christians
Taint and altered his pigment
False depictions got us all in a prison
But it ain't no God in this system
Can't evolve in conditions
Where they write me off as being off
And left my thoughts in perdition, bitching
Often would grapple
Tackle this road to no progression
Claiming you atheist but still
Worship your possessions
Ground broke with a down stroke
And a noun spoke
And the town folk scrounge for an abound rope
But they found no amount floats
Sex trafficking out the Vatican
Rather than found hope
Profound smoke from burning oaths you thought
They found a new pope?
Black chemicals signify the simple lies
The masses rally screen shot of a rap blog
Saw the image of Alex Crowley
Amass the tally, I pass it barely
I'm Makaveli
That's strong as the purest dope or
This rapper from outta Cali
Yo yo
Stick a fork in his corpse
Cordially courting
Sourcing his portion for organs
Give metaphors an abortion
A portrait of poor sportsmen
Endorse and remorse towards him
I torch his vocal cords 'til his
Course is the four horsemen
Your core's forcing
They roar but I’m board snoring
A smorgasbord of endorphins
I’m dwarfing your dwarf swordsmen
I retort but of course no recourse for it
I’m more of a moor
That's why my rapport discourse for it
I’m forming a fort
Forcing proportions that pour forward
Sort of a four-fifth to your
Orifice you poor bitch
Forfeit, tryna spit with this nigga
I forewarned him waging a war
Décor of Muhammed or George Foreman
Performing vocal expressions that questions
The status quo
Inhabit no sense of worth when you
Barely can pack a show
Distracted by the fact that I
Was too rabid impacted by
The shit that people said
But instead let amplified
And niggas want a response
My response "Keep waiting"
Fools rush in, smart niggas keep patient
Chasing the next man
The best plan developed wrong
Rushing a freestyle my nigga
Make a better song
I don't know what to say
Yo, Yo, one round Roger Mayweather
Rocky Lockridge
Who better to rock with than the Locksmith
Stop it with the gossip
Sweat when the clock tock tick
The plot got thick
The bomb like the rhyme that AK kicked
Body bashing, bruised, broken bones
Bloody mosh pit's
Truth telling is labeled hate speeches
These poisonous brain leaches
Smack the principals and rape
The fake teachers
Hypocritical Hollywood hoodlums that
Make features
Political pandering preachers that
Desecrate Jesus dumbing down the society
Everything is over-simplified
Cowards are put on pedestals
And heroes are villainized
My organization Untouchable Force
Ice Mix Master and life's shit baffling
Fight bitches staggering
Towards this white dick
Javelin, dispatching 'em
Every lyrical diss catching 'em
Distracting 'em
Pistol packing click clacking 'em
You can't claim title with no win first
You're a bigger pussy than the
Pussy when it give birth
Keeping the poor in the prison
Rhyme like a '90s cat
From Rawkus was spitting
Reflection Eternal and Nas in the source
It Was Written
Not influenced by any corporate decision
I ignore your opinion
I'm the GOAT above Fraizer, Norton
Foreman and Liston
Laws of religion cause the
Hoards of division, doors of admission
Causing the friction
Inscription like the walls of Egyptians
Paint a portrait like the
Lord of the Christians
Taint and altered his pigment
False depictions got us all in a prison
But it ain't no God in this system
Can't evolve in conditions
Where they write me off as being off
And left my thoughts in perdition, bitching
Often would grapple
Tackle this road to no progression
Claiming you atheist but still
Worship your possessions
Ground broke with a down stroke
And a noun spoke
And the town folk scrounge for an abound rope
But they found no amount floats
Sex trafficking out the Vatican
Rather than found hope
Profound smoke from burning oaths you thought
They found a new pope?
Black chemicals signify the simple lies
The masses rally screen shot of a rap blog
Saw the image of Alex Crowley
Amass the tally, I pass it barely
I'm Makaveli
That's strong as the purest dope or
This rapper from outta Cali