Acting like ya know but ya never played the damn game. Never heard of that game, the way play and it bang. every day with the damn thang letting em hang, crispy clean and im straight, blaze it up and get baked. cook it up on my plate, see if the haters can keep pace. mental acuity, sharpen the thinking skills. Better have that other type of game battle of wills. Acting like you know, I put my heart in the flow. you can't be harder than the density spittng this black hole. No escaping this event horizon off in my mad show, Murda MUZIK my handle, leaving holes like I'm Rambo. don't be acting like you know, bitch you nothing but a simple joke, knock knock on the door, be the punchline that you wrote. smack em down like a ho, spit out that weak ass dro. I'm at the peak and behold, the league of haters below. Fucking act like you know. Acting like ya know but ya never played the damn game. On another level ascended, and autonomous, it ain't about stacking chips, but I stack the most none the less. ever witness perfection at the peak of the best, then when you look upon the rest wonder how ya dealt what's left. Like you chasing the reflection never guessing what's coming next. and then ya peer upon the prowess of the epitome when ya step. should never flex, when the consequences lead ya to an early death. when ya stumble and the fumble bring you only a broken neck. Got no respect for the punk that wanna hate when ya turn ya back. like he smile in ya face, but wanna diss on the track. I got ya number mutha fuckas play the game like it's stacked. and when ya meet up with the reapa leave ya dead in the grass. and that's fact, simply like that, nobody coming back, Murda muzik slay the track, and leave it bleeding when I murda that. without a reason, find em seasoned serving the needy ya rib racks.