Lord of the Game
Radio
If you have a radio in your car, you have probably never heard the popular song “Lord of the Game” by Irish recording artists Death Grips. For those who don’t listen to the radio or care about pop music, all you need to know is that this song was nominated for most fucked up song performed at Coachella - Indio, CA in 2012.
Hits So Low
Into the flame, into the fire With no regard for a thing, fuck that I'm the lord of the game I rule this empire (I am the God of hell fire) Lord of the game Born to reign above all that you claim to know beyond a doubt Cuz no one has came even close to the train Of thought we drop like neutron bombs from the tower Control this and bang this, then watch it rise higher Than anything seen in your entire Life spent in chains, sonic live wire Electrified rain from the lips of the driver Whippin the wheel Flippin donuts to peel Out on the face of the base, where's my lighter? Need it to kill one more and chill while I feel It so much my gut burns like the tires Movin this movement of real shit inspired By all that has come before this and was done For the real ones packin real guns loaded with power Shower the slums with power from the war marching drums that have come to devour The weakness that runs when we come Fuckin cowards
When they tell you you must make it And you think hell no Got a bad feeling and can't shake it Hits so low (repeat 5x)
Lord of the game Born to reign above all that you claim to know beyond a doubt Cuz no one has came even close to the train of thought We drop like neutron bombs from the tower 'Pon which we maintain Like soldiers of fame And fortune denied as to to get by without the Bullshit coming at me from all sides
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide Told me it was all good, but they lied Don't wait to see whites of their eyes Death to everyone who does not recognize Wars never done, think it is you die Where was I now Like I said before Hear someone knockin At my front door Who could it be, should I ignore The knockin or see what could be in store For me if I leave the safety of the shore So many options, so little time To do what I want 'fore the end of the line Places its blade in the small of my spine Is it paranoia, is it real? How long can a man enjoy what he doesn't feel When they ask if you can make it And you don't wanna go
When they tell you you must make it And you think hell no Got a bad feeling and can't shake it Hits so low (repeat 4x)
Rather be stuck naked Than waste my time like the last time And every time before that Don't waste my time even one more time When you know that shit is whack Don't make me remind of you of the last time you Said you'd never go back Fuck where you're from Fuck where you're goin It's all about where you're at
Samples
- "Fire" by The Crazy World of Arthur Brown
- "Brass Monkey" by Beastie Boys
- "The Ditty" by Blue Devils Drum and Bugle Corps
