Playing Games (ft. chkhaboom)

Breathing in steam, cause air is air, sneakers scraping, I lean

Into it, somome’s weeping behind a curtain, mourning

Steam spilling out, machines whirring, and a dude in a FILA beanie screams

Eat my quarters again and I’ll feed you metal, run to the deli

Which reopened in name only, don’t even sell meat

Peel myself away, see some folks weaving through traffic on scooters

A food truck selling deep fried Oreos, don’t need a reason to fool us

Cause I ain’t playing games, I came with blades, laceratin’ the safe space

Laminating my name on what you tried to claim, I'm what Bane was

Before the mask, still debating your place, I reshape airwaves, bruh

Vaporizing gates, your safe space is my buffet, I’m flaying your DNA

Rather shake up the whole damn stadium than be some nobody, I don’t chase

Alignment, I make the compass spin like an earthquake, don’t care how

Centered you look if you still run away from life, I’m like an avalanche

I came to plate smash, asking you why you thought you could contain me, man

Outlasted you clowns, you can’t kill what adapts, you can’t drown a shark

In its own ocean, lines so volatile they register on the Richter scale, you tards

Step wrong and get snapped in half, your ambition gets shot before it graduates

Then blow up the whole fuckin’ room, I’m a moving target that aims

And never misses, slice shit like Iverson in his prime time, redefine

What you idolize, but multiplied, unrestrained and weaponized

I make Nike nervous with how I just do it, crucify em like Hova during Blueprint

They dying but I’m surviving, you’ll flatline before half of my shit is outlined

 

tucked in a corner like double ups, scuffed just for fumbling numbers, i crushed it like junkyard bumpers

like lunch debt, double the budget of nothing but rubber and bubble wrap bundles

run this like rutgers on mud turf, disruption like bumper to bumper, you sputter like Mustangs

with underinflated suspensions, i’m bustin’ through this shit like tech from a test lab with Dexter

knockin your optics off, locked like a vault, your content’s off, drop what you got

when you caught a response, clocking my spot like a stopwatch stocked in a pawn shop

got boxed with a shot, stomped through the lot with a Glock, mocked every opp

that dropped off when the chalk got drawn,caught flopping in hotspots, pop off

been stocked like broth in a crockpot til I stop and jot, dropped your disc in a Ziploc bag

a hand to dismantle you, like a capsule crash landing, understand, i don’t tap in for that, a half damp bandana

wrapped around your neck like you planned for a trek through Atlanta, but landed

instead in a campus with pamphlets that asked if you’d glanced at your credit

collapsed like the back of a in traffic jam, sounded like cashback spam blasts

captured in Snapchats, i’m back with a stack of attachments to batter you, yeah

stepped through the entry of a ten speed rental off the edge of a sketchy pedestrian friendly stretch

in the middle of a densely settled section where the vending machine had been emptied

except for a Nestle treat that’d been melted since at least the seventeenth of September

pressed on the keypad, reset settings like three separate times til the beeps played correctly

then went through the vestibule next to a bench where it shed on my jeans, i checked for a message

left me a set of aggressively lengthy essays on what to do if the vent leaked or the bed creaked

a dead beet and a lemon, which led me to guess that the skeletal cretin in the center of the den was the entity

resting aggressively on a bench near the mezzanine where I eventually ended up tossing out everything