Chris Webby – Playground Lyrics

Playground Lyrics By Chris Webby

Uh- yeah I’m raising up a riot
Anxiously been waiting, I’ve been patient, I’ve been quiet
Now it’s time to break the silence
As we take this series way beyond the pilot
Feeling like David an I’m aiming at Goliath
Any weight cla**, any damn one, any fake a**
Wanna be rapmaster smashed in my cage match
Stick a fork in ’em, like a haystack

Butane gas and match to make a flame catch
Burn ’em all down to ash, like a pound of hash ’til I get a brain lapse
Yeah they know I started from the bottom where the flounders at
Now I’m a shark, all you fishies will be down to hatch
I’m eating anybody, everybody on the food chain below me
So come and see, I produce pain
Rich motherf*cker feeling like I’m Bruce Wayne
Yeah I got the juice, I’mma prolly leave a few stains

Liu Kang with the dragon made of fire
Fatality any fighter who be thinking that they’re nicer
I got the eye of the tiger, the rowdiest kinda writer
Who be stacking all this dough
Like Moderna, Johnson-Johnson and Pfizer
But what I’m pushing doesn’t come with side effects
Other than b*nging your head to the beat, til you break your neck
Yeah I write hot bars, write hooks and write checks
And your tombstone’s what I write next
Motherf*cker tell ’em

The whole word is my playground
Gotta give ’em a show-ow (oh)
And if you’re get in my way now
I’mma make ’em hit the floor (oh)
I got fuel in my gas tank
Never run low-ow (oh)
And once I get my hands on this sh*t I’mma
I’mma never let go-oh (oh)

Woah let me get my hands on it and ramble some sh*t quick
So the fans will click and like and reshare the clips
So analytically
They can see I’m the man with this
I’ll damage rip and tear, til I make it trough
From the underground scene to the paperview
Peekaboo all of you better take a few steps back, a head’s cracked
Say I’m crazy? true
We know since way back, the facts the facts are back, relax
Maybe go and grab a snack
As I get the microphone and spit a savage rap
Blow the world up and bask in the aftermath
Yeah the price going up, like it’s after tax

My capital gain range as I ama** a cash
No matter, anyway you’re looking at it as
I’m big buck hunter, hitting racks on racks
Got a crib full of arcade games and clusters
sh*t is looking like I’m living in a Dave & Buster’s
Centipede, Pacman, Rampage, MK, wanna play?
Then I’m Raiden, I bring the thunder
But I’ve heard some of these artists complaining
About how these streaming services s*ck and they’re barely paying
I guess them and their labels got a different arrangement
Staying independent’s paying off, ain’t it?
Tell ’em like

The whole word is my playground
Gotta give ’em a show-ow (oh)
And if you’re get in my way now
I’mma make ’em hit the floor (oh)
I got fuel in my gas tank
Never run low-ow (oh)
And once I get my hands on this sh*t I’mma
I’mma never let go-oh (oh)