House Of Games 2

[Verse 1: Locksmith] Stick a fork in his corpse, cordially courting Sourcing his portion for organs, give metaphors an abortion A portrait of poor sportsmen, endorse and remorse towards him I torch his vocal cords 'til his course is the four horsemen Your core's forcing, they roar but I’m board snoring A smorgasbord of endorphins, I’m dwarfing your dwarf swordsmen I retort but of course no recourse for it I’m more of a moor, that's why my rapport discourse for it I’m forming a fort, forcing proportions that pour forward Sort of a four-fifth to your orifice you poor bitch Forfeit, tryna spit with this nigga, I forewarned him Waging a war, décor of Muhammed or George Foreman Performing vocal expressions that questions the status quo Inhabit no sense of worth when you barely can pack a show Distracted by the fact I was too rabid impacted by The shit that people said, but instead let amplified And niggas want a response, my response; "Keep waiting" Fools rush in, smart niggas keep patient Chasing the next man, the best plan developed wrong Fuck rushing a freestyle my nigga, make a better song I don't know what to say [Verse 2: R.A. the Rugged Man] Yo, Yo, one round Roger Mayweather, Rocky Lockridge Who better to rock with than the Locksmith, stop it with the gossip Sweat when the clock tock tick The plot got thick, the bomb like the rhyme that I kick Body bashing, bruised, broken bones, bloody mosh pits Truth telling is labeled hate speeches, these poisonous brain leaches Smack the principals and rape the fake teachers Hypocritical Hollywood hoodlums that make features Political pandering preachers that desecrate Jesus Dumbing down the society, everything is over-simplified Cowards are put on pedestals and heroes are villainized My organization Untouchable Force, Ice Mix Master And life's shit baffling, fight bitches staggering Towards this white dick javelin, dispatching 'em, every lyrical diss catching 'em Distracting 'em, pistol packing click clacking 'em You can't claim title with no win first You're a bigger pussy than the pussy when it give birth Keeping the poor in the prison Rhyme like a 90s cat from Rawkus was spitting Reflection Eternal and Nas in the source It Was Written Not influenced by any corporate decision, I ignore your opinion I'm the GOAT above Fraizer, Norton, Foreman and Liston [Verse 3: Locksmith] Laws of religion cause the hoards of division, doors of admission Causing the friction, inscription like the walls of Egyptians Paint a portrait like the Lord of the Christians, taint and altered his pigment False depictions got us all in a prison But it ain't no God in this system, can't evolve in conditions Where they write me off as being off and left my thoughts in perdition, bitching Often would grapple, tackle this road to no progression Claiming you atheist but still worship your possessions Ground broke with a down stroke and a noun spoke And the town folk scrounge for an abound rope But they found no amount floats Sex trafficking out the Vatican rather than found hope Profound smoke from burning oaths you thought they found a new pope? Black chemicals signify the simple lies, the masses rally Screen shot of a rap blog, saw the image of Alex Crowley Amass the tally, I pass it barely, I'm Makaveli That's strong as the purest dope or this rapper from outta Cali