Lyrics Hostile - DeezNuts

I burn a mic like I'm yearning to earn stripes up
A surgeon working a knife with the words surged thru the mic of
The scenes servin the white and the first murder to strike up
Disturbed version of life from the perch versed in the lights
Of the days that the streets raised and the grace that the kings gave me
The plate that he keeps waking up makes me a fiend crazy
Relate me to fake fucks but it's way too obscene stating
My aim is to make ducks out of 80 percent playing
Cuz now I'm making moves and blazing my path
To finally enter in this game give a taste of my wrath
Breaking a groove that be the centerpiece of hate that I have
Making a movie out these dismal streets I raised on my ass
Im with that shit so just save all ur full clips
I was raised in the pulpit of the game and I hate when it's bullshit
All your fake foolery plays and it makes for a tools trip
A slave being praised by the youth that's afraid to be too tipped

It's the Game from the great gospel
On the chase to remain hostile
Game from the great gospel
On the chase to remain hostile

All im ever gonna need in this mic
Transport the grand scheme of his life
The stampeed of why I can't see
Defeat in this fight
I mean I needed all these bad dreams
To see in this light
That I can kick this bitches ass and be a fiend for this life
Cuz knowin how I'm transceived I've seen the intentions
And looking back at all the bad skeems to seein fruition
I mean regardless of the past me I see a new vision
And what the fuck I see is music me and people who listen
Cuz everyday I feel a different change and when it's time to grip the reigns
I'm verbally equipped to keep the frenzy flyin into flames
Proving my intensity new disguise he meant to change
From dude who used to rap to dude whos truly live and in the game
I'm humble gladly speak my soul to this shit
Roll up a fatty and release the havoc molded within
I know id rather be at home n stoned then go seekin crys
Roll up the reefer get a pen and pad and go bring a hit

It's the game from the great gospel
On the chase to remain hostile
Game from the great gospel
Chase to remain hostile

This was some spur of the moment
Sittin at home with pnemonia
For God's sake I made the beat on my phone
Just to reiterate the fact I'll put MCs into comas
Same fucker that I been about just clean in my zone of
Completely shitting on these wack MCs that seem which you clone from
Cuz being lit be all these fags intrigued and keep spitting so dumb
See me and quickly giving dap and cheese sneak dissing grown some
Cuz you lack and couldnt spit that heat and Dee whip that dope up
I ain't tatted on my face or living lavish on my page
I work my ass off at a steakhouse gettin at it in a chase
To get my ass up out the waste found when the man in me had raised
And it ain't no more getting chased round by the agony and pains
Simply soaring getting attaboys gravity's obtained
No more panicking or crashing noises tragedy explained
Gods path ain't always what your plannin after we embrace
We soul search and reach some understandin glad to be escaped

It's the game from the great gospel
On the chase to remain hostile
Game from the great gospel
On the chase to remain hostile