Louis Logic, Brock Human - Playing For Keeps lyrics
[Louis Logic, Brock Human - Playing For Keeps lyrics]
I came close to giving up rap
But would've missed getting my mitts
On the same folks who broke
It and kicking some ass
Like a lawman whipping out muskets
As if it's the past
And leave the men and women aghast
At first, they dash for the door
They wind up kissing my ignorant ass
I act like I don't know any better
But the truth is I'm both
Morally ruthless and a go-getter
Which more or less means I won't let em
Can't slip by me
I don't let up
I don't give and I don't bargain
And don't mind admitting I'm so
Fed up with most artists
And won't pardon none of your indiscretion
I'm so hardened
Like an erection in your ladyfolk's gardens
I'm statuesque
At his best going crazy at his desk
I went over the cuckoo's nest already
Now I'm going batshit next
Let me catch my breath, then let me catch you
Trying to match the mess I make of a track
And I'll laugh to death
And I ain't trying to say that you're wack
I'd rather let you say you're the best
Claim a new record
And wait for the second you're taking it back
We just don't play unless
We're playing for keeps
A cutthroat way of relaying a speech
Plus folks say we've got a way with the beats
Starving artists who came here to eat
We get respect, check we get the love: Yep
Are we among the best? Yes
Who the women hug? Us
And no mistaking we're playing for keeps
Deuce is on it with Louis Logic
This is skill and you don't got it
So move it Gromit flow's so fierce
I leave lyrics tattooed on foreheads
Plays every sound system
Our street games a wrap
They keep skating back to replay the track
You weak fakes are wack
We'll leave your trains of thought
I'm clever with the scripts while
You petty little kids
We're the kings of kicking sense and
You know what they say
Just jealous haters demonstrating why
They've never made shit
You pussies couldn't flow if
You were fucking menstruating
Yeah, I said it baby, and you know it's true
Even with a pair of dice on snake eyes
You couldn't roll a deuce
Take fifty caliber raps and take
Kiddies back to the lab
And if there's any fly shit that you have
You get it from us
So you best give them packages back
Rap better on better beats and I'm out
But, I'll leave you geeks with one truth
My boys Juan and Ethan? hate? the
But would've missed getting my mitts
On the same folks who broke
It and kicking some ass
Like a lawman whipping out muskets
As if it's the past
And leave the men and women aghast
At first, they dash for the door
They wind up kissing my ignorant ass
I act like I don't know any better
But the truth is I'm both
Morally ruthless and a go-getter
Which more or less means I won't let em
Can't slip by me
I don't let up
I don't give and I don't bargain
And don't mind admitting I'm so
Fed up with most artists
And won't pardon none of your indiscretion
I'm so hardened
Like an erection in your ladyfolk's gardens
I'm statuesque
At his best going crazy at his desk
I went over the cuckoo's nest already
Now I'm going batshit next
Let me catch my breath, then let me catch you
Trying to match the mess I make of a track
And I'll laugh to death
And I ain't trying to say that you're wack
I'd rather let you say you're the best
Claim a new record
And wait for the second you're taking it back
We just don't play unless
We're playing for keeps
A cutthroat way of relaying a speech
Plus folks say we've got a way with the beats
Starving artists who came here to eat
We get respect, check we get the love: Yep
Are we among the best? Yes
Who the women hug? Us
And no mistaking we're playing for keeps
Deuce is on it with Louis Logic
This is skill and you don't got it
So move it Gromit flow's so fierce
I leave lyrics tattooed on foreheads
Plays every sound system
Our street games a wrap
They keep skating back to replay the track
You weak fakes are wack
We'll leave your trains of thought
I'm clever with the scripts while
You petty little kids
We're the kings of kicking sense and
You know what they say
Just jealous haters demonstrating why
They've never made shit
You pussies couldn't flow if
You were fucking menstruating
Yeah, I said it baby, and you know it's true
Even with a pair of dice on snake eyes
You couldn't roll a deuce
Take fifty caliber raps and take
Kiddies back to the lab
And if there's any fly shit that you have
You get it from us
So you best give them packages back
Rap better on better beats and I'm out
But, I'll leave you geeks with one truth
My boys Juan and Ethan? hate? the