Punch, Lyric Michelle, Nick Grant - Pay No Attention to the Man Behind The Curtains lyrics
[Punch, Lyric Michelle, Nick Grant - Pay No Attention to the Man Behind The Curtains lyrics]
I felt the best, yeah
Like a blade to the side
Never mind that man behind the curtain
He workin' his magic
the cards dealt wasn't perfect
Shuffle the deck 'til the right ones surface
In the meantime
Can't shake feelings of being worthless
The birth of my son birthed a gargantuan urge
To get it by any means
Even if it means a permanent purge
Uh, rid you of your soul or your belongings
Whichever is preferred
Whatever must occur, I concur
Muster the courage to deter
From the bigger picture, everything's a blur
Time movin', situation ain't improvin'
I'm losin' myself
But the movement is boomin'
Which is really confusin'
How we poppin' when I'm plottin' to rob
Niggas? I'm runnin' out of options
Niggas in these offices gettin'
Sized up for coffins in my thoughts
I pray my intuition never
Reach fruition, dear Lord, i am lost
But never mind that man behind the curtain
He helped usher in the resurgence
Of the West Coast
We a better version of Death Row
So said Snoop Dogg, let the record show
Niggas is sick, came through, hit a lick
Found a glitch in these politics
We conquered it
Street niggas love what we accomplishin'
Stuck to the G code, no empty promises
Top Dawg conglomerate this thing evolves
We don't do it for acknowledgement
We invest dollars here so I'd advise you to
Think about the consequence
Do you just do reconnaissance?
You have no clue on what
I do to your confidence
But never mind that man behind the curtain
He helped usher in the resurgence
Of the West Coast
We a better version of Death Row
So said Snoop Dogg, let the record show
I just think, I think
And this me sayin' it from bein' in Death Row
And bein' on the outside, lookin' at y'all
I think y'all a better version
Of Death Row Records
And that's, that's with no disrespect
That's with all respect
(I felt the best, yeah)
Cause once you go (Like a blade to the side)
Blood on the pavement, fallin'
Leaves it to dry
Uh, pay no attention to that
Man behind the curtain
Intelligence bears the burden and this
I know for certain
When you workin' on bein' a bigger person
Versus givin' into the feelin'
That made it worser
Unveil the truth more further
You'll soon see the truth, precursor
Uh, lately I been on the hush
'cause I don't trust niggas
As I watch the industry sell
All this fluff to you fakin' it
Wait 'til you make it to show love to you
Just one disagreement can rid you
Of a fuck nigga flow easy money
I'm just shakin' off the rust niggas
I used to look up to 'em 'til
I saw these fools in action
If tension thick
I'm back to robbin' like I'm Paula Patton
Blastin', the one to call if
Niggas want a classic
Get back to me like the
Words of pillow talkin' rappers
I wish a niggas would, boy
I'm carvin' caskets
In the kitchen like I'm off to
Whippin', Hari runs, ayy, Rods
What's happenin'
Pinot noir glasses, Top Dawg mafia
Play possum when I pop at you niggas
Yeah, they left me for dead
But I'm Michael in "Thriller"
My niggas move this shit without
Touchin' it like Matilda
Last situation, I had to fire the crew
Can't put a nigga under the
Wing that's flier than you (You)
I know you niggas hate this shit
But never mind that man behind the curtain
He helped usher in the resurgence
Of the West Coast
Like a blade to the side
Never mind that man behind the curtain
He workin' his magic
the cards dealt wasn't perfect
Shuffle the deck 'til the right ones surface
In the meantime
Can't shake feelings of being worthless
The birth of my son birthed a gargantuan urge
To get it by any means
Even if it means a permanent purge
Uh, rid you of your soul or your belongings
Whichever is preferred
Whatever must occur, I concur
Muster the courage to deter
From the bigger picture, everything's a blur
Time movin', situation ain't improvin'
I'm losin' myself
But the movement is boomin'
Which is really confusin'
How we poppin' when I'm plottin' to rob
Niggas? I'm runnin' out of options
Niggas in these offices gettin'
Sized up for coffins in my thoughts
I pray my intuition never
Reach fruition, dear Lord, i am lost
But never mind that man behind the curtain
He helped usher in the resurgence
Of the West Coast
We a better version of Death Row
So said Snoop Dogg, let the record show
Niggas is sick, came through, hit a lick
Found a glitch in these politics
We conquered it
Street niggas love what we accomplishin'
Stuck to the G code, no empty promises
Top Dawg conglomerate this thing evolves
We don't do it for acknowledgement
We invest dollars here so I'd advise you to
Think about the consequence
Do you just do reconnaissance?
You have no clue on what
I do to your confidence
But never mind that man behind the curtain
He helped usher in the resurgence
Of the West Coast
We a better version of Death Row
So said Snoop Dogg, let the record show
I just think, I think
And this me sayin' it from bein' in Death Row
And bein' on the outside, lookin' at y'all
I think y'all a better version
Of Death Row Records
And that's, that's with no disrespect
That's with all respect
(I felt the best, yeah)
Cause once you go (Like a blade to the side)
Blood on the pavement, fallin'
Leaves it to dry
Uh, pay no attention to that
Man behind the curtain
Intelligence bears the burden and this
I know for certain
When you workin' on bein' a bigger person
Versus givin' into the feelin'
That made it worser
Unveil the truth more further
You'll soon see the truth, precursor
Uh, lately I been on the hush
'cause I don't trust niggas
As I watch the industry sell
All this fluff to you fakin' it
Wait 'til you make it to show love to you
Just one disagreement can rid you
Of a fuck nigga flow easy money
I'm just shakin' off the rust niggas
I used to look up to 'em 'til
I saw these fools in action
If tension thick
I'm back to robbin' like I'm Paula Patton
Blastin', the one to call if
Niggas want a classic
Get back to me like the
Words of pillow talkin' rappers
I wish a niggas would, boy
I'm carvin' caskets
In the kitchen like I'm off to
Whippin', Hari runs, ayy, Rods
What's happenin'
Pinot noir glasses, Top Dawg mafia
Play possum when I pop at you niggas
Yeah, they left me for dead
But I'm Michael in "Thriller"
My niggas move this shit without
Touchin' it like Matilda
Last situation, I had to fire the crew
Can't put a nigga under the
Wing that's flier than you (You)
I know you niggas hate this shit
But never mind that man behind the curtain
He helped usher in the resurgence
Of the West Coast