Tableek - Game Over lyrics

[Verse 1: TABLEEK] Don't go steppin to me jack like you won't get none TABLEEK's the name man you know the outcome Mush, mash you like a rash on a nasty a** a figment of the future Lost your past i got point for narrowly breakin ya a** (yo let it slide make the music that the streets ride) I rock pants with the pocket on the outside Inseam let it breathe long on the sleeve will i still bring the rukus (indeed) Im more than the man of the hour Deeper than your respect money and power Devour, your ideals and false images Beastin cause you scored ten points at the scrimmages I'm sicker, i get twisted like i'm bombed on liqour but don't touch it my fetish to react quicker Chorus I Hold up freeze You never raps like these Spendin all your money on trees Pillsbury dough boy Go run and get dough boy Hold up freeze You never raps like these Spendin all your money on trees Pillsbury dough boy Go run and get dough boy Damn right i get dough boy [Verse 2: TABLEEK] See i really will hit you with whatever you want I got a chair, a left hook a right thats text book I write with my right hand how can you have quick sand Elusive like peace in afganistan My team is man and woman Sharp and on point like razors for conan But you im no cave dwellin raw meat ingestin Psycho syllabator paid for my protestin Or back bittin, snitchin, lyin Im smelling more than grease in the pan thats fryin (hey) Smitin that neck to show your people My sights advanced not no coleco-vision You won't hear the ringing if you don't listen Atomic rhyme theory, bust the fission Chorus II Hold up freeze You thinking that this is so easy But you don't make joints that please me Pillsbury dough boy Go run and get dough boy Hold up freeze You thinking that this is so easy But you don't make joints that please me Pillsbury dough boy Damn right I get dough boy [Verse 3: TABLEEK] Well it was seven of your n***as and they got gashed Im more severe than just a can of the whip a** I slash where you look at, bash where you cook at Crash never settlin the beef cause your crook-ed I last cause im looked as real so im booked Ask any fan always leave the stage unhooked Have you ever seen a pocket book? Elusive like red bones and clever crooks Im out now, save all the dirty looks and stay tuned Its high noon from play grounds to boardrooms Chorus III Hold up freeze You never get raps like these Spendin all your money on trees Pillsbury dough boy Go run and get dough boy Hold up freeze You thinking that this is so easy But you don't make joints that please me Pillsbury dough boy Damn right I get dough boy