Playground Songtext
von Chris Webby

Oh

Uh, yeah, I′m raising up a riot (Yeah)
Anxiously been waiting, 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
Feel like David and I'm aiming at Goliath
Any weight class, any damn one, any fake-ass
Wannabe rap master smashed in my cage match (Rah)
Stick a fork in ′em like a haystack
Butane gas, a match and 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'll be down to hatch
I′m eating anybody, everybody on the food chain's below me


So come and see, I produce pain (Ow)
Rich motherfucker, feeling like I′m Bruce Wayne
Yeah, I got the juice, I'ma probably leave a few stains
Liu Kang with the dragon made of fire
Fatality any fighter who be thinking that they nicer
I got the eye of the tiger, the rowdiest kind of writer
Who be stacking all this dough like
Moderna, Johnson Johnson and Pfizer
But what I'm pushing doesn′t come with side effects

Other than banging 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 world is my playground (Ayy)
Gotta give 'em a show
And if you get in my way now (Ayy)
I′ma make 'em hit the floor
Rocket fuel in my gas tank (Ayy)
Never run low
And once I get my hands on this shit, I′ma (I'ma)
I'ma never let go

Woah, let me get my hands on it
And ramble some shit quick so the fans′ll click
And like and reshare the clip
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 pay-per-view
Peek-a-boo, all of you better take a few steps back
Or heads crack, 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
And blow the world up and bask in the aftermath
Yeah, the price going up like it′s after-tax
My capital gain range is a mass of cash
No matter, any way you looking at it, Daz
I'm big buck hunter, hitting racks on racks
Got a crib full of arcade games and clusters
Shit, it′s looking like I'm living in a Dave & Buster's
Centipede, Pac-Man, Rampage, MK
Wanna play then I′m Raiden, I′ll bring the thunder

But I've heard some of these artists complaining
About how their streaming services suck and they′re barely paying

I guess them and their labels got a different arrangement
Staying independent's paying off, ain′t it? Tell 'em like, uh

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