ThiefofBaghdad - 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** like nasty Nathan Dick Now get up off the ba**sack, Jack Practice up If you're gonna attack the master, punk I'm sick of these whack a** chumps Kickin' their bullcrap and junk continuously I'm busting these rhymes and breakin' backs You must think you're funny comin' With some trash like that f** it I'm sittin' in the Boiler Room Mixin' up a witches brew For little punk b**hes 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 competitor 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** Parkin' part of his car here Huh? Iunno, f** it Upchuck in a bucket and s** a dick 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**h Jarv got that phat sh** Tear any microphone- Up into tiny bits and fragments Your bound catch a ma**ive chunk of- Shrapnel from the rap sk** 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 a** in half That is how my joints go My voice blows holes Through monitors and microphones Leavin' a spoiled b**h 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**h Get your Vicodin 'Cause I'm a Viking when I write the sh** 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