Jake Palumbo - War Games Lyrics

VERSE 1:
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No press release, no street date, no game plan but I'm cooking
My crews the same, cain't lose my twang no matter how many years in Brooklyn
Hillbilly Hoodlum, straight from the woodlands, tryna get involved in some scandals
Paid my dues so I can't accept no slander from a man that's wearing sandals
Hit the Mandalay, Art Vandelay, when slay the competition, hey
My crates are stocked with every break but I can play the composition
I bake the cake I pay the check, I wake & bake I pay the rent
My lanes in place shit laid to rest...gimme $50k I'll fake the rest, & I'm gone
...Like Letterman slipped you ketamine
A spoon fulla sugar compliment the medicine, a
Veteran of bar spitting, Carhartts, no hard denim
Heath Ledger, I'm a character actor with an addiction
Harsh living brought wisdom non-fiction, past participle
Partisan & partial to the chickens with the hardest nipple
Pulling in they purses to purchase a mobile home, I'm
Lurking with street urchins you searching for Roger Stone
I'm gone

CHORUS:
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This that War Games, potent like that morphine
Hope you making change, living more pain for your dream
Oh brother, I'm man of constant sorrow, &
Everybody died today, had plans tomorrow
This that War Games, potent like that morphine
Hope you making change, living more pain for your dream
Oh brother, I'm man of constant sorrow, &
Everybody died today, had plans tomorrow

VERSE 2:
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One man band, one man gang, one man army, the got dam mane, my brain
Flew over the cuckoo's nest & nothings been the same
Ischemic attack of my transients, off-white is the ambience, I'm
Trying not to sleep forever like eleven Ambiens
I take the cake till I'm laid to rest, an eighth a day for my pain & stress
I laid to waste the baseless claims that my place has not been set
My uncle taught me how to walk a razor doing drugs
Said all you gotta do is find an outlet, you the plug
I got a letter from the government the other day
I opened it, it said they want they bread in 30 days, threatening
Levies & seizures, breathing heavy in seizures, my
Name is Agent Johnson you can call me at your leisure, the
Funny thing is this the 2nd time it's happened
Autobiographical, factual, never rappin
...And you can burn in hell with Cas Walker
Damn stalkers sending registered mail, up to my office, GO ON

(REPEAT CHORUS)