War Games (shittalk)

I play War games to stay paid, do I Slack.
No way, I train all day
You can run your simulation, to step up your game
Once we go LIVE, you will not survive
All I do is strive, to lighten up my life
Florescent the night, I own the moonlight
Take a look at the south east Sky, I’ll show you right

Grind because I am in the Machine, The gears sheer off shining bits of me
You gather it up to make your bling
The game went soft, I will all out you with my Kalishnakoff,
Embrace you before I dust you off, you child in the forest; LOST.
Head nod, my skillz go mad like a schizo in a acid bath
Assault your Merc team, they can’t sustain like me, Maintain like me
I check the checks over, my stats blow over, these cats who do not know enough
They proceed to huff and puff
Running number one, know your position, you trying to catch up,
I guess you know your position
Steadily pulling away form the fake C’z that challenge me
Fair I don’t play, Last thing you see is Enola Gay
Atomic your whole day
What war games
Run that fade; form my hands into grenades, Blow you away, go ahead and disintegrate."
For hell on earth you Pray, your war games
I throw it if you call, dance with you since you ball
Shit on the whole lot of yall heehaw WAR GAMES


Oba Richards