Dead Players - Winning lyrics

[Verse 1: Jam Baxter] It was somewhere in between my fifth meal and fourth daiquiri And 20 seconds prior to me ducking out theatrically I slapped the sky backward peeled the leech from my anatomy Then casually ejected all the stragglers from my galaxy The seven meter gap between my feet and every paving slab Is populated solely by a flame retardant race of rats Fade to black A knock at the door, could be the pigs, pocket the draw But stood on the step was the kid in the mirror just begging for time like a grovelling who*e [Sample] [Verse 2: Dabbla] Yo where my sh** at Hacking at the statue with my pickaxe Got more styles than you can shake a stick at She know where the dick at Ego got you brainwashed, I'm staying hot The tongue is sharp enough to slice a raindrop Catch me on the same bop, thats for certain Alas the man in person Hanging out the whip an bumping cypress hill the spanish version Bagging the verses up Turning whatever you work with up Its bigger than anything I can imagine you better believe it I burst a nut [Sample] [Verse 3: Jam Baxter] It was somewhere buried deep inside a seven day ingestion session Sandwiched right between a powder mirror and the next to mention Just before the roof ignited, soon after I left my bedroom Found myself starring in some crudely shot spaghetti western Velvet and pearls litter the yard, leave them to rot the liquor is ours Slippery streets, rip 'em apart Sinister squint, despicable laugh Rivers of women are walking by, dip 'n' a swim in a swarm of flies Back to the cavern with every affiliate rinsing an running the water dry [Sample] [Verse 4: Dabbla] All of a sudden I'm between a place I'v been before an uncharted territory Thought it was hereditary, secondary nature kept it predatory Your legendary status is in jeopardy Dead players crawling out the cemetery, fall about hysterically Swam with a shark, same old sh**, brand new start You man wouldn't say boo to a goose, truth is could you even play your part Now you wanna go an make your mark, face your soul, ancient art Save me a seat in the age of the goat, maybe I'll scape you a place in my heart [Sample] [Verse 5: Jam Baxter] It was somewhere back in 2012, I left them nursing flimsy legs Freakish fingers filling bargain buckets with their crispy flesh I skim the dingy depths of London rocking whiskey breath Minty fresh, face the draw and straws to win a grisly d**h Stewing in bed with a ditzy sket, chewing the hem of her skimpy dress The plight of the mad, dinner of kings Sprinkle the grit on the filthy mess, mate Said I'd be back in a sec, left em a gram an a packet of gretts And spent a thousand years perfecting my cynical grin and my lack of respect I'm back [Sample] [Verse 6: Dabbla} Mother f**er I keep it real even with the wifey Thats why she's still beside me Treat me like a f**ing king and never do a thing to spite me Its so unsightly how you got your hustle backwards Standing in the puddle scared to guzzle from the cactus Tell you something I do know blud, get more slam than a judo rug Got them like how did we get it so good? only get it back when you show love Who showed up? say no more, s'all in the mind, pay no more Made it to the top but their ain't no floor, so I kept on knocking on the same old door [Sample]