The Game Has Changed

I know, i disappeared and popped up in paris making chairs with a beard

And those that love me probably thought that it was weird

While the haters was happy, they thought my destiny was cleared

And any artist that you love have veered

Especially when they hated the image that they mirrored

I got a text that said "p, please get up"

Some light shining brightly outlining my shit up

The penthouses, the homes, the cars, the chains

The stones, the admirers, mini-me's and clones

Selling you n-ggas dreams that are boxes full of foam

In and out of dimensions i walk through walls

Just saying you can't put me in a box, thats all

No davinci codes and twilight stubs

Don't take this wrong, but i miss the taste of blood

So fitting, the sound in my system, makes me want to squish them

King kong foot, the beast has awakened

The pro tools taping, my position blatant

You knew i was coming, choiceless, you waiting

Now i look up and ask why you've been for satan

I shall hover, with splendid colors

That alone makes me other, plus the return of the jedi

I study how the brooklyn machine works

Thats word to big and his dead eye

I rise to the top like the sun

I rise to the pocket like a gun

I fire, drop ya body then it's done

They like, what happened, we trapped him

Hatred is obliverated when i imagine

Look at you drowning in ya lungs, gasping

Blood on the dancefloor, he, he michael jackson

Bitches should stay home they do so much cummin'

Y'all should stand backwards you do so much frontin'

Take this sun block we got too much sunning

Now lets examine what you thinking, running

Run too hard, you might tear ya meniscus

And if you try to run up you only get ya wig split

And htis campaign that we runnning is viscious

I hate to eat and run but this was delicious