Lyrics Challenge Game

Roving packs of elusive young become
Choke-lore writers over boosted drums
In the terrifying face of a future tongue
Down down from a huntable surplus to one
Down down from a huntable surplus to one
Down down from a huntable surplus to one
Down down from a huntable surplus to one

Occupied minds
Unemployed skills
Desolation
Worn out
Torn down
Just for now thrill seekers
Slanging
Test tube babies in beakers
Where gun blasts pump straight from the speakers
The system where the
Poor get poorly paid
To hold the ladder
Where the rich get ricocheted
Into the stratosphere
And in between people are rushin' like Vladimir
With metals to make their status clear
Get us outta here

Yo, drop in my diss, got em' caught when they listen
Stop with the bitchin' I'm hot with the rhythm
Got a pot to piss in with a mop in the kitchen
Not in a prison never pop in a clippin'
Drop top never whippin' with the cops that I'm flipping
Off with the mother fuckin' pac in the system
Hip hop pop and some rock in the mixing
Not gon' stop top notch with the writtens
Not with religion, often be sinnin'
Scotch when I'm sippin' while I'm talkin' to women
Live around hicks that talk kinda different
Where you can make a living off of lobster and fishing
Trot in the distance caught in my vision work
Awfully persistent while the clock keeps tickin'
In the studio with the laptop clickin'
Every time I spit it's a black op mission

All he does is watch the Spanish channel, and that's why
A bunch of big booty Spanish women, and no lie
That boy don't even understand the language, I might cry
Its like he's cheating but he's at my crib and I'm right by
He has a schedule and laughs at stuff that he don't understand
I swear I'm at a 30 minute show from leaving my man
Now he watches my novelas and he acts like he's a fan
But I can tell it's not that it's that the actress' rack is like BAM
And he said no other channel has so many women and
They all practically have no clothes and aw damn
This morning show got chicks in bikinis and they dance
And it's barely about to be 8-freaking-30 a.m
And how am I supposed to compete with that?
That girl right there got like .5% fat
And even if it's plastic she still look hella stacked
And I'm just an average chick who happens to rap

On the waves of the air
There is dancin' out there
It's somethin' we can't share

Well, my friends, the time has come...

Working double time on the seduction line
She's one of a kind, she's just mine, all mine

There's a stranger in my bed
There's a pounding in my head
Glitter all over the room