Wax Tailor, Voice Monet - The Games You Play lyrics

"When I was a kid, we used to play a game "
"I think you know the rules of our game"
"I have no time to play games"

Sometimes I flow staccato
Strip you of vibrato
While you be acting macho
I try and switch it up
I see the games you play
And the traps you lay not fit to fall in
But, I let you play them anyway

Sometimes I flow staccato
Strip you of vibrato
While you be acting macho
I try and switch it up
I see the games you play
And the traps you lay not fit to fall in
But, I let you play them anyway

Sit, hear the clock tick
Watch the leaves on the plant flick
From the fan above, the room and I lit
Head trip, deliberate
Cease fighting the feeling and submit
Flow with it like the path pre-exists in
Hidden codes Masonic they peep us like a web
Cam from the pyramid's attic
Passed from hand to hand
Let's say coincidence
Or better yet, sixth sense
My instincts telling me to back up
From that handshake that was intense
My instincts telling me to back up
From that handshake that was intense
Brush it off and commence
Blame it on myself tripping
Till shit hit's the fan
'Cause, I steered from the plan
About face, and Billy Jean step into place
Throw my coat on the hook
Recap the time that I wasted
I know that spitting's a bad habit
But, I can't help the taste
Still searching for the clues as
It becomes a cold case procrastinator
'Til I think to remove the
Sheet from your face reveal the naysayer

Sometimes I flow staccato
Strip you of vibrato
While you be acting macho
I try and switch it up
I see the games you play
And the traps you lay not fit to fall in
But, I let you play them anyway

Sometimes I flow staccato
Strip you of vibrato
While you be acting macho
I try and switch it up
I see the games you play
And the traps you lay not fit to fall in
But, I let you play them anyway

"How could you do this to me?"
"Me, me, me, me don't you ever get
Tired of thinking about your dull, greedy
Small self?"

Now you ain't saying nada
Sweating, getting hotter
Change your tune, why bother
I'm bought to rip you up
Such a control freak
You mouth the words I speak
You question me, but you ain't even listening
Your world is make believe
But, I keep pretending that I'm flexible
So you think your will's got me bending
Putting all your energy into negativity
You holding over me while
You're steady scheming but, I'm making moves
While you're sleeping and dreaming
Of being larger than life
Your own hype you believing well now
You've been faking the funk
Since the beginning
Too many chapters in now to
Rewrite and fix the ending
Besides, you question what kind of
Message that be sending
That you's a chump, punk butt, so what
I care not of the role you choose to play
By the way
I'm sure of a beginning and an end
But everything in between is all grey
All grey, all grey, all grey

Sometimes I flow staccato
Strip you of vibrato
While you be acting macho
I try and switch it up
I see the games you play
And the traps you lay not fit to fall in
But, I let you play them anyway

Sometimes I flow staccato
Strip you of vibrato
While you be acting macho
I try and switch it up
I see the games you play
And the traps you lay not fit to fall in
But, I let you play them anyway

"I don't understand this game"