Playground Chris Webby

[Intro]
Oh

[Verse 1]
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
Feel like David and I'm aiming at Goliath
Any weight class, any damn one, any fake ass
Wanna be rap master smashed in my cage match
Stick a fork in him like a haystack
Butane gas, a match, and 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'll be down to hatch
I'm eating anybody, everybody on the food chains below me
So come and see, I produce pain
Rich motherfucker, feeling like I'm Bruce Wayne
Yeah, I got the juice, I'ma probably leave a few stains
Liu Kang with the dragon made of fire
Fatality any fighter who be thinking that they nicer
I got the eye of the tiger, the rowdiest kind of 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 banging 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
Motherfucker, tell 'em