House Of Games 2 Lyrics - Singles - Locksmith

Locksmith] 

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 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 

Fuck rushing a freestyle my nigga, make a better song 

I don't know what to say 

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R.A. the Rugged Man] 

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 I kick 

Body bashing, bruised, broken bones, bloody mosh pits 

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 

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Locksmith] 

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