Testo Sep Seven Game Show Theme - Atmosphere
Testo della canzone Sep Seven Game Show Theme (Atmosphere), tratta dall'album Headshots: Se7en
First of all, let me introduce yous
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Alright, all you players and player haters
Once again, it's time for the SepSep Game Show
Recorded live right here in lovely, snowy Minnesota
This is the game where we make the average player a star
Now, if you'll join me, let's give it
Up for the host of the SepSep Game Show
That's right, here he is, Mr. Sep
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Fuck the money, everyone on the floor, drop
I want all the food in the bag
And I ain't trying to hear that sore talk
Stole the dinner and freaked it to the freeway
Flipped the screenplay and made every love scene a three-way
The soundtrack recorded here in Minnesnowda
Tastes like ambrosia and disinfects breath odors
Yo, let's hold our breath and show your chest if you're proud of it
And wake me back to safety if you see me falling out of it
Under a full moon that color of my jism
You can see it in the distance, the image is vivid
And given the way the clouds moved, it fucked with the lighting
Grabbed me by the thoughts, pulled me tight like a kite string
Alright, let's hear it for contestant number one
What's your name, sir?
Yo, I'm MC Famous the killer
Okay, Mr. Anus Driller, do you want to play the
Next round for a new Lexus with matching socks
Or hair on my horny Miami-based video
Or do you just want to take the phony-looking
Fifty dollar bills and run with the money?
Yo, I want the sex, man, just give me the chicks, man
Just let me touch 'em, man
Now what if I spent my whole take-home percent
On getting bent and now I can't afford my rent
Do I grab a crowbar to your back door
Or hit up Superamerica for the cash drawer
I should be honest, 'cause even my outer conscious
Knows the odds of blowing up are equal to people waking up from sleep
And keeping me from retrieving kingdoms
Their bedtime stories used to bore me with
Positioned in the orbit of my imagination
Small portion, if even that much
Lusted by the drug, fell in lust with the rush, hush
Maybe somewhere in it I became a cynic
But your sexy grin gets less attractive by the minute
The planets in my head now rotate around the mind
The substance, the bug shit, all of my circumference
And I function like I don't give a fuck if you grasp it
Resent the bitch that don't and cast under the masses
I ask is that right, I answer, does it matter?
I was glancing at how you fancied the passion, bastard
How fast you scaled the ladder to jump
I'd rather just flunk than gather your junk
Yo dawg, you should blast that punk
Alright, this next round of contestants will have
To slam a whole bottle of expensive firewater
Chase it with a forty of malt liquor
Smoke a blunt, load a gun, and sell records
To fourteen-year-olds all over the country
And the first one of you genocidal
Fashion fantasy fucks to go platinum wins
Wins what?
Mr. Announcer, tell 'em what they'll win
Well, they'll win respect, lots and lots of props
Pissed on the Asti Spumante, sipping kamikaze
Should have called mommy when you saw me pull up in an Omni
The rest of your life's a flashback when I jump out that hatchback
Here's your tape, give me my cash back for them wack tracks
And that's that, in fact, that's all you need
Either take some kind of lead or fall to your knees and bleed
How's your seed and how's that rental running?
And how's the weed selling and how's the demo coming?
Yo, me and my participants
Be the reason why you and your crew bit your lips
Stick this in your mouth to cleanse it
The fucking props is too expensive, makes me want to end it
Repent, kid
My advice is that from here on out you purchase yellow boxes
That way when your bitch does your laundry she
Won't tell her moms about the stains created
When I skated across that flat surface
You refer to as lyrical endowment
That content, that conscious, find out how that trial went for you
That way I have some type of clue as to what to expect
On my expedition from exponent to exponent to exponent
I've grown around the world and now I've
Got nine people that let me have a meal
Ask whoever let me fuck for the next five months
What I'm going to do with the rest of my money
The first one to do it right will be the winner
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Writer(s): Anthony Davis, Sean Daley
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