Locksmith ft. R.A. The Rugged Man - House Of Games 2 Lyrics

House Of Games 2 Lyrics by Locksmith ft. R.A. The Rugged Man

(Verse)
Stick a fork in his corpse, cordially courting
Sourcing his portion for organs, give metaphors on abortion
A portrait of poor sportsmen, endorse remorse towards him
I torch his vocal cords til his course is the four horsemen
Your core's forcing, they roar but I’m board snoring
A smorgasbord of endorphins, I’m dwarfing your dwarf swordsmen
I retort but of course no recourse for him
I’m more of a moor, that's why my rapport discourse for it
I’m forming a fort, forcing proportions that pour forward
Sort of a four-fifth to your orifice you poor bitch
Forfeit, tryna spit with this nigga, I forewarned him
Waging a war, décor of Muhammed or George Foreman
Performing vocal expressions that question the status quo
Inhabit no sense of worth when you barely can pack a show
Distracted by the fact I was too rabid impacted by
The shitt people said, but instead let it amplified
And niggas want a response, my response; "Keep waiting"
Fools rush in, smart niggas keep patient
Chasing the next man, the best plan developed wrong
Fuck rushing a freestyle my nigga, make a better song

(Verse)
Yo, Yo, one round Roger Mayweather, Rocky Lockridge
Who better to rock with than the Locksmith, stop it with the gossip
Swearing when the clock tock tick
The plot got thick, the bomb like the rhyme that I kick
Body bashing, bruised, broken bones, bloody mosh pits
Truth telling is labeled hate speeches, these poisonous brain leaches
Smack the principals and rape the fake teachers
Hypocrital Hollywood hoodlums that make features
Political pandering preachers that desecrate Jesus
Dumbing down society, everything is over-simplified
Cowards are put on pedestals and heroes are villainized
My organization Untouchable Force, Ice Mix Master
And life's shit baffling, fight bitches staggering
Towards this white dick javelin, dispatching 'em, every lyrical diss catching 'em
Distracting 'em, pistol packing click clacking 'em
You can't claim title with no win first
You're a bigger pussy than the pussy when it give birth
Keeping the poor in prison
Rhyme like a 90s cat from Rawkus was spitting
Reflection Eternal and Nas in the source It Was Written
Not influenced by any corporate decision, I ignore your opinion
I'm the GOAT above Fraizer, Norton, Foreman and Liston

(Verse)
Laws of religion cause the hoards of division, doors of admission
Causing the friction, inscription like the walls of Egyptians
Paint a portrait like the Lord of the Christians, tainted all to this pigment
Forced depiction got us all in a prison
But ain't no God in this system, can't evolve in conditions
But they write me off as being off and left my thoughts in perdition, bitching
Often would grapple, tackle this rope to no progression
Claiming you Atheist but still worship your possesions
Ground rope with a down stroke, and they now spoke to the town folk
Scrounge for about rope, but they found no amount of those
Sex trafficking out The Vatican, rather than found hope
Profound smoke from burning oaths, you'd thought they found a new pope
Black chemicals signify the simple lies that masses rally
Screenshot of a rap blog, saw the image of Alex Crowley
A massive tally, I pass it barely, I'm Makaveli
Strong as the purest dope is this rapper outta Cali