Sandbox Songtext
von Chris Webby
Sandbox Songtext
Strike fear in the heart my foes everywhere I go
Too rough for the TV shows and radio
And I try to make friends
But still I always end up
In my sandbox alone
They don′t want to play with me
They afraid of me I know
See I came from war with the blood that will stain the sword
Pulling up around enough bodies that will lay on the floor
I'm a Category Four when it rains it pours, yeah
Kicking down the frame of your door
I got the Hammer of Thor
I send shocks that will rattle your chords
Spattered the walls
That′s what I brought the janitors for
My hands on the trigger and that's what they've been panicking for
I′d go to war like, you know, Obi or Anikin or Harrison Ford
And I′m hitting the Warp Drive
Get caught like a fall guy till -- they got cross-eyed
I got crosshairs on a hair on heads and jawlines
Of my enemies, so I squeeze, and fuck it we all die
I'm only showing up for the blood like a horsefly
I don′t care if it yours mine on or its on all sides, fuck 'em
Line in the sand my man is small-time
Look around what I′m drawing on the ground is a faultline
All I see around here is afraid-assed rappers
Just a bunch of Diddy partygoing gay-assed rappers
Flying with Epstein when they need to get away
And because they tend to like them underage-assed rappers
Flight log with a plane-assed rappers
Sucking dick for the fame-assed rappers
This is game-assed backwards
Just a bunch of fake-assed rappers
Making Illuminati hand gesturing like they in a gang-assed rappers
Listen
I used to think if I was actually fire
And had the talent to inspire from attract to decipher
If I worked hard on my craft I could bridge the gap
Silly me, if I spent that time trafficking minors
I'd be sacrificing goats with Jay-Z and B
With a Grammy on my wall but that just ain′t me
What I am is the beast and ain't none of them ready
Mubaffa can't save them if they fuck the Moetti?
Strike fear in the heart my foes everywhere I go
Too rough for the TV shows and radio
And I try to make friends
But still I always end up
In my sandbox alone
They don′t want to play with me
They afraid of me I know
Better listen, fuckin′ Mo's a bad choice, like
Hiring the Clintons for babysittin′
I'm flippin′ bustin' a couple shots with precision
Even the Devil′s second guessing messing with Christian
No stopping this shit, I'm right
If I got you up in my sights
Can't help but squeeze one off
No one′s off limits tonight
With a politician, a Pope, to Obama, and Big Mike
Pardon me, I meant to say his very masculine wife, yeah
You can say I′m used to being in hot water
Ever since the thoughts that I got, got broader
Sacred cows around me get slaughtered
Dura-flame throw and spark I'm a firestarter
Don′t bark up the wrong tree or step in the wrong puddle
Cause Webby's a raw dog with a leash of a strong muzzle
I suggest you reconsider before you start trouble, trust me
You don′t want your name up in one of my thought bubbles
He started as a cub in the pride but I grown some
Now there ain't a piece of the Savannah that I don′t run
Giant with they follow my Fe fa fo fum
Solitaire, with it sill, playing by my lonesome
I am, the mike, the microphone shogun
Never give ground I bow down to no one
Veins pump frozen blood of the chosen
You'll never see another like me, the mold's broken
I cause commotion I fit the bill of an apex predator in for the kill
If I don′t taste blood it better at least spill
Then water the fucking plants on the dirt of the battlefield
Got wounds that won′t heal but left a lot too
That's why they regroup platoon-zing with true
I play solitaire cause they scared to loose
Better run run when I come through
Strike fear in the heart my foes everywhere I go
Too rough for the TV shows and radio
And I try to make friends
But still I always end up
In my sandbox alone
They don′t want to play with me
They afraid of me I know
They don't want to play with me
They afraid of me
I know
Too rough for the TV shows and radio
And I try to make friends
But still I always end up
In my sandbox alone
They don′t want to play with me
They afraid of me I know
See I came from war with the blood that will stain the sword
Pulling up around enough bodies that will lay on the floor
I'm a Category Four when it rains it pours, yeah
Kicking down the frame of your door
I got the Hammer of Thor
I send shocks that will rattle your chords
Spattered the walls
That′s what I brought the janitors for
My hands on the trigger and that's what they've been panicking for
I′d go to war like, you know, Obi or Anikin or Harrison Ford
And I′m hitting the Warp Drive
Get caught like a fall guy till -- they got cross-eyed
I got crosshairs on a hair on heads and jawlines
Of my enemies, so I squeeze, and fuck it we all die
I'm only showing up for the blood like a horsefly
I don′t care if it yours mine on or its on all sides, fuck 'em
Line in the sand my man is small-time
Look around what I′m drawing on the ground is a faultline
All I see around here is afraid-assed rappers
Just a bunch of Diddy partygoing gay-assed rappers
Flying with Epstein when they need to get away
And because they tend to like them underage-assed rappers
Flight log with a plane-assed rappers
Sucking dick for the fame-assed rappers
This is game-assed backwards
Just a bunch of fake-assed rappers
Making Illuminati hand gesturing like they in a gang-assed rappers
Listen
I used to think if I was actually fire
And had the talent to inspire from attract to decipher
If I worked hard on my craft I could bridge the gap
Silly me, if I spent that time trafficking minors
I'd be sacrificing goats with Jay-Z and B
With a Grammy on my wall but that just ain′t me
What I am is the beast and ain't none of them ready
Mubaffa can't save them if they fuck the Moetti?
Strike fear in the heart my foes everywhere I go
Too rough for the TV shows and radio
And I try to make friends
But still I always end up
In my sandbox alone
They don′t want to play with me
They afraid of me I know
Better listen, fuckin′ Mo's a bad choice, like
Hiring the Clintons for babysittin′
I'm flippin′ bustin' a couple shots with precision
Even the Devil′s second guessing messing with Christian
No stopping this shit, I'm right
If I got you up in my sights
Can't help but squeeze one off
No one′s off limits tonight
With a politician, a Pope, to Obama, and Big Mike
Pardon me, I meant to say his very masculine wife, yeah
You can say I′m used to being in hot water
Ever since the thoughts that I got, got broader
Sacred cows around me get slaughtered
Dura-flame throw and spark I'm a firestarter
Don′t bark up the wrong tree or step in the wrong puddle
Cause Webby's a raw dog with a leash of a strong muzzle
I suggest you reconsider before you start trouble, trust me
You don′t want your name up in one of my thought bubbles
He started as a cub in the pride but I grown some
Now there ain't a piece of the Savannah that I don′t run
Giant with they follow my Fe fa fo fum
Solitaire, with it sill, playing by my lonesome
I am, the mike, the microphone shogun
Never give ground I bow down to no one
Veins pump frozen blood of the chosen
You'll never see another like me, the mold's broken
I cause commotion I fit the bill of an apex predator in for the kill
If I don′t taste blood it better at least spill
Then water the fucking plants on the dirt of the battlefield
Got wounds that won′t heal but left a lot too
That's why they regroup platoon-zing with true
I play solitaire cause they scared to loose
Better run run when I come through
Strike fear in the heart my foes everywhere I go
Too rough for the TV shows and radio
And I try to make friends
But still I always end up
In my sandbox alone
They don′t want to play with me
They afraid of me I know
They don't want to play with me
They afraid of me
I know
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