PAROLES
El Michels Affair & Black Thought – Glorious Game Lyrics Featuring KIRBY
[Intro: Black Thought]
Yeah
[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Okay, I’m too Black for y’all to erase
Shoot too straight for y’all to replace
Too abstract for y’all to retrace
You all would be safe but y’all are deep fake
Too fake for me to waste time
Too two-faced for me to say “Fine”
I’m the one-man army, Ason
The baseline is we just ain’t the same kind
Gloves and mask off, time to blast off
Baton I’ll pass off, rhyme your ass off
If we clash, I’ll haul the trash off
Then haul the cash off and ball in Nassau
That’s all, it ain’t too much talk
All y’all chumps, it ain’t enough chalk
Y’all thought the name was just Thought?
C’mon, I’m too strong for y’all to cut short
You see light like mine once a lifetime
When somе young gun becomes an icon
But somehow thеy’ll cut down the flight time
Unless they send that heat down the pipeline
My mind is hard to explain
Call y’all all aboard for this train
I float like a nautilus, mane
Damn, I love this glorious game
[Chorus: KIRBY]
Ahh, pimpin’ ain’t dead, baby
Mackin’ ain’t dead, baby, ooh, these are the glory days
Pimpin’ ain’t dead, baby
Mackin’ ain’t dead, baby, I swear, these are the glory days
[Post-Chorus: KIRBY]
I might put my fur on and talk my shit
I might put my game on and take your bitch
I might put my fur on and talk my shit (My shit)
I might put my game on and take your bitch
[Verse 2: Black Thought]
Okay, I’m proof that we all should get free
Direct from the streets of S.P.
Who alone tryna be the next thing?
For real, I’m just tryna be the best me, so
No gas, I’m high in octane
Which icon am I if not flames?
Goddammit, guess who not lame
And locked the block down before the blockchain
Stop playin’, the stakes is too high
Some say life’s a trip, then you die
Patience brings all things in due time
If you’s a real one, well, that’s a true sign
My time the valuable kind
Take these words to rendezvous by
Y’all style on the comical side
I drive psychological vibes
Seekers, keep this close to your chest
Weakness killed this culture, more or less
Your projects is such a snorefest
No paycheck, just exit stage left
My grind is hard to explain
I contain one marvelous brain
I float like a nautilus, mane
Damn, I love this glorious game
[Chorus: KIRBY]
Ahh, pimpin’ ain’t dead, baby
Mackin’ ain’t dead, baby, ooh, these are the glory days
Pimpin’ ain’t dead, baby
Mackin’ ain’t dead, baby, I swear, these are the glory days
[Post-Chorus: KIRBY]
I might put my fur on and talk my shit
I might put my game on and take your bitch
I might put my fur on and talk my shit (My shit)
I might put my game on and take your bitch
[Refrain: KIRBY]
These are the glory days
These are the glory days
[Outro: KIRBY]
I might put my fur on and talk my shit
I might put my game on and take your bitch
I might put my fur on and talk my shit (I might put my fur on and talk my shit)
I might put my game on and take your bitch (I might put my game on and take your bitch)
