Wordplay 4play by Komodo Lyrics
[Intro: Pastor T.L. Barrett & the Youth For Christ Choir]
Nobody knows
All the trouble I've seen
Nobody knows
All my sorrow
[Verse 1: Komodo]
With wordplay I’m the smartest, see me in scrabble
On a bored day I’m an artist… I tend to dabble
No foreplay, let’s start this, go in with no saddle
But when the verse stays the hardest, it’s the Tower of Babel
You say you’re not a snake, so why you raising your rattle?
Now you look like a baby, I guess you’re one to tattle
You say you don’t want beef, so why you raising those cattle?
But if you let the bulls run it still sounds like a battle
Accept the terms and conditions; I accept the mission
Even if impossible, I'll cruise through no opposition
I'll pass on the truce, don't back down for a partition
I mass produce these bombs, background in nuclear fission
And I'm blowing up, too, can't slack now, it's demolition
People say beginners luck, quacking 'bout some superstition
Just ducks stuck in a well, no luck from their stupid wishing
Just under a love spell, ‘cause I can see Cupid fishing
[Hook: Komodo]
Nobody knows what I’m capable of
I was fakin' that bluff, I got an ace up my cuff
Nobody knows what lies behind my eyes
I’m not "JK", no Ls, and you’ll see why
Nobody knows my true potential
Confident enough to keep my tricks confidential
Nobody knows what I got up my sleeve
Not even me, just hope I’m armed with what I need
[Verse 2: Komodo]
Not a diss track, but I’m back with distractions
I know you’ll miss the lights and camera when there’s some action
Stacking up wordplay and passing mere satisfaction
Too fast, cut speed in half and you’ll still just catch a fraction
You got a woman and bread, but I don’t think it’s a wonder
Got a fresh SoundCloud, but you’re not bringing the thunder
You brag about getting a piece, but you might’ve made a blunder
You might be overflowing, that means you’re going under
I’m making a power play, charge me with battery
Try to get even, but I don’t fall for flattery
You don’t matter, see? A drop in a massive ocean
You go with the flow and wave at the boats, stuck in a passive motion
You seem to be the parent of all things parenthetical
You and your bro fraternal, but to me you look identical
Even on acid, you’re still somehow too basic
Not a diss track, just helping you fix your foundation
[Hook: Komodo]
Nobody knows what I’m capable of
I was fakin' that bluff, I got an ace up my cuff
Nobody knows what lies behind my eyes
I’m not "JK", no Ls, and you’ll see why
Nobody knows my true potential
Confident enough to keep my tricks confidential
Nobody knows what I got up my sleeve
Not even me, just hope I’m armed with what I need
[Outro: Pastor T.L. Barrett & the Youth For Christ Choir]
Glory!
Glory!
Glory, Hallelujah!
Glory!
Glory!
Glory, Hallelujah!
Nobody knows
All the trouble I've seen
Nobody knows
All my sorrow
[Verse 1: Komodo]
With wordplay I’m the smartest, see me in scrabble
On a bored day I’m an artist… I tend to dabble
No foreplay, let’s start this, go in with no saddle
But when the verse stays the hardest, it’s the Tower of Babel
You say you’re not a snake, so why you raising your rattle?
Now you look like a baby, I guess you’re one to tattle
You say you don’t want beef, so why you raising those cattle?
But if you let the bulls run it still sounds like a battle
Accept the terms and conditions; I accept the mission
Even if impossible, I'll cruise through no opposition
I'll pass on the truce, don't back down for a partition
I mass produce these bombs, background in nuclear fission
And I'm blowing up, too, can't slack now, it's demolition
People say beginners luck, quacking 'bout some superstition
Just ducks stuck in a well, no luck from their stupid wishing
Just under a love spell, ‘cause I can see Cupid fishing
[Hook: Komodo]
Nobody knows what I’m capable of
I was fakin' that bluff, I got an ace up my cuff
Nobody knows what lies behind my eyes
I’m not "JK", no Ls, and you’ll see why
Nobody knows my true potential
Confident enough to keep my tricks confidential
Nobody knows what I got up my sleeve
Not even me, just hope I’m armed with what I need
[Verse 2: Komodo]
Not a diss track, but I’m back with distractions
I know you’ll miss the lights and camera when there’s some action
Stacking up wordplay and passing mere satisfaction
Too fast, cut speed in half and you’ll still just catch a fraction
You got a woman and bread, but I don’t think it’s a wonder
Got a fresh SoundCloud, but you’re not bringing the thunder
You brag about getting a piece, but you might’ve made a blunder
You might be overflowing, that means you’re going under
I’m making a power play, charge me with battery
Try to get even, but I don’t fall for flattery
You don’t matter, see? A drop in a massive ocean
You go with the flow and wave at the boats, stuck in a passive motion
You seem to be the parent of all things parenthetical
You and your bro fraternal, but to me you look identical
Even on acid, you’re still somehow too basic
Not a diss track, just helping you fix your foundation
[Hook: Komodo]
Nobody knows what I’m capable of
I was fakin' that bluff, I got an ace up my cuff
Nobody knows what lies behind my eyes
I’m not "JK", no Ls, and you’ll see why
Nobody knows my true potential
Confident enough to keep my tricks confidential
Nobody knows what I got up my sleeve
Not even me, just hope I’m armed with what I need
[Outro: Pastor T.L. Barrett & the Youth For Christ Choir]
Glory!
Glory!
Glory, Hallelujah!
Glory!
Glory!
Glory, Hallelujah!