Chris Webby - Playground Lyrics

Oh

Uh, yeah, I'm raisin' up a riot
Anxiously been waitin', I've been patient, I've been quiet
Now it's time to break the silence
As we take this series way beyond the pilot
Feelin' like David an I'm aimin' at Goliath
Any weight class, any damn one, any fake ass
Wanna be rap master smashed in my cage match
Stick a fork in 'em, like a haystack
Butane gas and match to make flame catch
Burn 'em all down to ash, like a pound of hash 'til I get a brain lapse
Yeah, they know I started from the bottom where the flounders at
Now I'm a shark, all you fishies will be down to hatch
I'm eatin' anybody, everybody on the food chain below me
So come and see, I produce pain
Rich motherfucker feelin' like I'm Bruce Wayne
Yeah, I got the juice, I'ma prolly leave a few stains
Liu Kang with the dragon made of fire
Fatality any fighter who be thinkin' that they're nicer
I got the eye of the tiger, the rowdiest kinda writer
Who be stackin' all this dough
Like Moderna, Johnson-Johnson and Pfizer
But what I'm pushin' doesn't come with side effects
Other than bangin' your head to the beat, 'til you break your neck
Yeah, I write hot bars, write hooks and write checks
And your tombstone's what I write next
Motherfucker tell 'em

The whole word is my playground
Gotta give 'em a show-ow (oh)
And if you're get in my way now
I'ma make 'em hit the floor (oh)
Rocket fuel in my gas tank
Never run low-ow (oh)
And once I get my hands on this shit I'ma
I'ma never let go-oh (oh)

Woah, let me get my hands on it and ramble some shit quick
So the fans'll click and like and re-share the clips
So analytically
They can see I'm the man with this
I'll damage rip and tear, 'til I make it through
From the underground scene to the paper view
Peekaboo all of you better take a few steps back, a head's cracked
(Say I'm crazy) true
We known that since way back
The facts are facts, sit back, relax
Maybe go and grab a snack
As I get the microphone and spit a savage rap
Blow the world up and bask in the aftermath
Yeah, the price goin' up, like it's after tax
My capital gain range as I amass a cash
No matter, anyway you're lookin' at it as
I'm big buck hunter, hittin' racks on racks
Got a crib full of arcade games and clusters
Shit is lookin' like I'm livin' in a Dave & Buster's
Centipede, Pacman, Rampage, MK, wanna play?
Then I'm Raiden, I'll bring the thunder
But I've heard some of these artists complainin'
About how these streamin' services suck and they're barely payin'
I guess them and their labels got a different arrangement
Stayin' independent's payin' off, ain't it?
Tell 'em like

The whole word is my playground
Gotta give 'em a show-ow (oh)
And if you're get in my way now
I'ma make 'em hit the floor (oh)
Rocket fuel in my gas tank
Never run low-ow (oh)
And once I get my hands on this shit I'ma
I'ma never let go-oh (oh)