Lyrics The Takeover - The Wolfman , Buck Bowen

My mind's a blur fin-al-e burst
Upon the scene with a seam, rhyme in a hearse
Sewed up but so what I'm finally first
A brat like wurst, curse words rhyme in a verse

Diamonds or birds, white owls, swisher sweet
From the time it occurred back track this his-tor-e
Listen me or rather we be in this misery
Kathy Bates, you get the model make instantly

Vincent P laugh back on this thriller track
Blast back Boba Fett but I'm still intact
Killing cats, keep receipts then I bill'em back
Catch the metaphor? "Yeah then you feeling that"

Is it ill or whack? Pro'ly little bit of both
Takeover logic burn bread I'm killing toast
Buck told me the topic but I'm still opposed
So I wrote in hieroglyphs 'cause I'm still a ghost

What you living for?
You want to hit the door?
Problems can't get ignored
This is inner civil war

What you living for?
You want to hit the door?
Problems can't get ignored
This is inner civil war

Through the muck and the mire steel forged in the fire
I shall not want or ever will I tire
With a bucket full of tools and some bailing wire
Call me wrath from evermore

I'm here to level the field and even the score
I'm an argonaut, the protest line
An arrowhead call me orange sunshine

In the past I was dastardly drinking whiskey with Stagger Lee
Playing three card monte with parlor tricks
Still before the scream when the hammer clicks

I've lived and died more than most have seen
For better or worse in their distant dreams
I sleep with one eye open, scoping

1,000 miles, 10,000 styles, where rivers split to streams
In your books and magazines
From tree to paper, this is the takeover

A madman's caper
The hawk in the wind King Kong on a skyscraper
I'm a hammer not a nail
Hook, pawn, or crook look out this ground just got shook

What you living for?
You want to hit the door?
Problems can't get ignored
This is inner civil war

What you living for?
You want to hit the door?
Problems can't get ignored
This is inner civil war

Fear gets fed by the hands of time
Many dreams lost at the cost no sacrifice
Watching the past take notes on the future
Get fitted for the present less the moment won't suit ya

Reflect on the enemy
Keep the demon caged out the way of your victory
Stick and move, bob and weave no time to think
Jab jab right hook uppercut hitting spree

On top hold pressure
No rest for the wicked giving up no never
Non-stop go-getter
10x out the gate dominate won't settle

Greatness is a habit
Discipline cuts the path between you and what you're after
The battle's on opposition is felt
If you want to win the war you got to conquer yourself