jarv & thief - cards lyrics
like a known fable
i’m a psycho- unstable
leave a clone hangin’ from the
microphone cable x4
like a known fable
i’m a psycho- unstable
leave a clone hangin’ from the
microphone cable
if you really wanna play
lay your cards on the table
really wanna play
lay your cards on the table x2
ooh lookey-loo
lil’ jarv makin’ it hot again
i kick my feet up
and turn a rapper to an ottoman
i lost it when you dropped that track
y’all could not of flossed that phat-
sh-t like nasty nathan d-ck
now get up off the b-llsack, jack
practice up
if you’re gonna attack the master, punk
i’m sick of these whack -ss chumps
kickin’ their bullcr-p and junk continuously
i’m busting these rhymes and breakin’ backs
you must think you’re funny comin’
with some trash like that
f-ck it
i’m sittin’ in the boiler room
mixin’ up a witches brew
for little punk b-tches like him and you
thinkin’ you’re ballin’
i’m callin’ ’em all to get in the cauldron
it’s appalling
y’all should not be wantin’ to walk
before you’re crawling
possibly i’m too harsh
probably i’m not
any contender pretending to-
be better than me- shot in thee dark
never could any compet-tor vest me
never be thinkin’ of trying to test me
its not a dis, you just don’t have the heart
beeitch
like a known fable
i’m a psycho- unstable
leave a clone hangin’ from the
microphone cable
if you really wanna play
lay your cards on the table
really wanna play
lay your cards on the table x2
who’s in charge here?
jarv, dear (sup?)
who’s the all-star startin’ sh-t
parkin’ part of his car here
huh?
iunno, f-ck it
upchuck in a bucket and suck a d-ck
like a jam about a man from nantucket
advanced pumpin’ of the lyric’ll leave you
ridin’ on the tide
i have oversight
leavin’ wise guys tryina survive
i, the prize fighter rhyme-type
rhymin’ in the mic might
be leavin’ these weak mc’s
sleepin’ with night lights
that is a fact, b-tch
jarv got that phat sh-t
tear any microphone-
up into tiny bits and fragments
your bound catch a m-ssive chunk of-
shrapnel from the rap sk!ll
need a thousand gallon vat-
to catch half of the blood my track spill
i’m that ill
i spaz till i make my points known
my track’ll snap your whack -ss in half
that is how my joints go
my voice blows holes
through monitors and microphones
leavin’ a spoiled b-tch soilin’ drawers
while they whine, cry and moan
don’t come to fight it
i funk the tightest
you cannot run
you cannot hide
i’ve got you in my sight, b-tch
get your vicodin
’cause i’m a viking when i write the sh-t
you got a touch of downs
but kid, i’ve got the touch of midas
it’s gooooold
whether or not that’s where it goes
i’m platinum when i’m rappin’
i don’t need a plaque to show
i’m smackin’ various foes
from all area codes
mastered in masterin’
miscellaneous variables
like a known fable
i’m a psycho- unstable
leave a clone hangin’ from the
microphone cable
if you really wanna play
lay your cards on the table
really wanna play
lay your cards on the table x2
yo check it out man
word
yo what’s the deal man
what
yo how you doin man
good
yo how ya feel man
great x8
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