Propaganda – Ya Never Know (Played By The Game)

Know what man, sometimes you just can never tell
Man, let me tell you how it went down

I got to swaggering but not from blaze saddlings
My patterns pre-perform pray and let them suckers pop they collar
No one’s bomber, came in freshly scented with Nag Champa
Blessed and full-dressed in God’s armor, team stronger
Quarter past eleven and touchdown the Rat team
Sound check went rather clean through the blessing of Elohim
[?] would see the catch we in this kind of environment
But this time, I’m sure it was divine appointment
Eyes met, all up in the corner third one from the left
Locking iris with the Isis look-alike with God’s light
That alluded from a pause and poured a waterfall of emotions up in the dome
But I ain’t make no move, I was playin’ it cool
Reminiscing of high school when them fools be like
“Make sure your time is right before you step”
So I held down that cypher tribal style like this
Bridge the [?] where I kick it smoothly like she ain’t move me

Yeah, I peeped her chilling by the door
And she was grooving out there on the floor
Sure yeah right, she’s banging bro
But she’s not what we came down here for
So you better focus on your flows
And carry yourself like a pro
Cause the crew came through to do a show
And then we’re gonna go, but then again you never know

The set lasted about 45 minutes to an hour
She seen the team’s power and felt the anointing shower
I made my way to the back while she maneuvered through the people
Peeped her train of thought, she was pondering should she speak
Walked two inches to the left of me in hope our shoulders brush
Against each other then she’d tell a brother he was fresh
Met you last time for the first time when you rhymed with Dead Beat
I just ain’t had the guts to say exactly what I think
I’m like you got a bowl of ink, I stick my finger in it
And scribble on my shirt so I won’t lose them seven digits
Thank God I didn’t miss it, listen future Mrs. Props
Normally I’m not the type to roll up with a head blowed up
And get my hopes up just to get dashed cause I ain’t dress right
You thought the set was fresh? She like “not as fresh as you”
I said come over here, I’ll introduce you to the crew

So you meet her last week at the show
And apparently she has a glow
Cause she make quite an impression on you, that’s for sure
And now you’re hoping that it’s something more
You’re probably getting tired of being all alone
But I love you falling man, look out below
You try to tell me that you’re in control
But if I were you, I’d take it slow
Homie, you never know

Few weeks into it, convos went rather fluid
On the phone like “all night I break out in a cold sweat”
Don’t know where go next, no gold Rolex
Come close to express, who knew to expect
Them innocent questions like “what’s up with New Breed?”
Are them two dating? Yo I miss Raphi
All of them chilling spilling skills everywhere they go
Hol’ up, did you just ask if Elsie’s dating Macho?
I think not, they’re related
Now why you look elated like you happy to know?
Girl, you interested in Macho? That’s a low blow
Y’all schemin’ on the low-low again
Why all them girls I’m interested in fall in love with friends?
Steady askin’ for his info, I’m like “what just happened?”
I can’t tell my crew ’cause they would never stop laughing
It’d be like that sometimes, get used for their gain
That’s the story of my life, getting played by the game

So you end up looking like a joke
And you almost got your heart broke
From thinking you was ready to elope
But the fairy tale went up in smoke
Man I hate to say I told you so
But you did not want to take it slow
Sometimes that’s just how the story goes
Dudes be chasing fool’s gold
They get played by the game
Watch yourself or else
You get played by the game

Updated: 31 January 2018 — 12:06

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