Child's Play

(album: Throwing The Game - 2001)

[Stubhy Pandav:]
I'm in the wrong fucking place at the wrong fucking time
Don't worry motherfucker 'cause I'll still get mine
I know the magnitude of the right attitude
Remember one day you'll be showing me gratitude
Inevitably you will agree, your fragile ego I'm denting
Unnecessary jealousy, why are you resenting
Lucky Boys Confusion ripping leaves off clovers
Adam I'm about to send the limelight over, kid

[Adam Krier:]
Well, hello, my my, how the tables have turned
You got your new style and the tricks that you learned
From me, go let go of the ghetto phase
It's like everybody's trying to earn a buck these days
Ripping off my kids with your Ziploc bags
You think you're rolling now, you need to step the fuck back
We'll take care of Arizona, handle the schwag
Uh! Shorty got a brand-new bag

[Stubhy Pandav:]
When say
Opportunity knock on me door, knock on me door
Such a shame
It's not the music, it's how much they score in their pocket now
The band plays
I see the dollar sign in your eyes
But guess what, Mr. Parasite?
We can see through all of your lies

[Adam Krier (Stubhy Pandav):]
Well, I'm rocking mic stands daily, I'm merely
Two blocks away from the venue
It's not as if you can hear me, clearly
Bringing up on the styles which were ours, nearly
With help from the stars of the past
Enhanced with your modern day melodies
Beats that kick your ass and you agree
I'm not up here to rock the room alone
Stubhy style (What up) pick up the microphone

[Stubhy Pandav:]
I'm back by popular demand, some people don't understand
Why I'm laughing, fucking up all the shit you planned
'Cause your motives weren't true and neither were you
Trying to figure out how I do the things I do
A word of advice if you already haven't
Go out, step out, special order some talent
Don't say I'm not a musician 'cause I can hold my own
Bitch, I play the microphone

When say
Opportunity knock on me door, knock on me door
Such a shame
It's not the music, it's how much they score in their pocket now
The band plays
I see the dollar sign in your eyes
But guess what Mr. Parasite?
We can see through all of your lies

Ooh, mama did you hear?
They wanna make me superstar
Ooh, mama did you hear?
They're gonna make me a star
Ooh, mama did you hear?
They wanna make me superstar
Ooh, mama did you hear?
They're gonna make me a star

You seemed startled by the way that I approach the mic
But isn't my tongue spitting out all the things you like?
Mixing flavors together like Neapolitan, tight
Clam baking the limousine
He sprinkles on his stardust before he hits the street
A victim of his ego, pop rock society
His gear is nice and trendy; you got your baggy jeans
He's got a few piercings but nothing too extreme
Radio friendly writings is the highway to money
Maybe we'll be stars if we give them what they need
I get twelve percent off the music I make
And the image that they're selling you is fake

When say
Opportunity knock on me door, knock on me door
Such a shame
It's not the music, it's how much they score in their pocket now
The band plays
I see the dollar sign in your eyes
But guess what Mr. Parasite?
We can see through all of your lies
When say
Opportunity knock on me door, knock on me door
Such a shame
It's not the music, it's how much they score in their pocket now
The band plays
I see the dollar sign in your eyes
But guess what Mr. Parasite?
We can see through all of your lies