Put It To Your Head

(アルバム： The Grey Space - 2008)

[Solo:]
Uh-huh, uh-huh

From the spot where I sit in the middle of the playground
I watch as the children accept their fate
See round here, we never seem to see much change
But they still providing us with hourly updates
The bus lane's full of traffic and the train's running late
In a city full of strangers where every smile is fake
They pay top dollar just to watch you spill your sentiments
"Looks like Nick forgot to take his medicine"
Popped collar for the veterans
Centre stage fright, late night hype eyeing my competitors
And the cycle's set in motion
With a money-back guarantee, the end result will get you open
Picture me as Lucky Stripe in the clubhouse
Love ain't enough now, they want your blood
Hoping for violence, the first and second rules dictate
A code of silence with fight clubs in every major town
So come play around, but just know that
We don't play around, quit holding your piece
You better say it now, you so throwback
What you afraid of now? Famous, take 'em out

[Fame & Solo:]
So you a chosen one, or just a loaded gun?
Better understand or get your shit overrun
We ain't playing with this, so keep spraying your shit
Fall back to the sideline and wait for the [*click*]

Ayo Solo, let's play Russian roulette
Pick it up, spin the cylinder and put it to your head
We keep playing till something connects
We keep playing till something connects
Yeah, Fame, I'm down to play Russian roulette
So pick it up, spin the cylinder and put it to your head
We keep playing till something connects

[Fame:]
Okay, we in the centre right? Fight-night limelighters
World stage pay with the highest prices
Nah, nah, my mans ain't care who you're better than
Old style weathering, end-tethering
From out here, we never seem to see much change
Re-up, re-hash but them all still sound plain
Crumbs on swaps for the belt
They ain't saying nothing proper so we gotta take shots at ourself
Like please, someone put him in his place
He getting complacent, we past that, Solo come on pass that
Nah he ain't really bout it, he ain't really bout to blast that
Ask that, I'ma make my own spot vacant
So tell me what you want from me
We so total now, ya know Famine keep it lowbrow
Y'all keep score but I ain't about the know-how
Mark this, boy we right on for the darkness
They tryna get in, we only tryna get out
Fresh out of fresh, I clown 'em like tadow
Vicarious, voyeuristic
All for the click, click, so down for the next round

[Solo & Fame:]
So you a chosen one, or just a loaded gun?
Better understand or get your shit overrun
We ain't playing with this, so keep spraying your shit
Fall back to the sideline and wait for the [*click*]

Ayo Fame, let's play Russian roulette
Pick it up, spin the cylinder and put it to your head
We keep playing till something connects
We keep playing till something connects
Yeah, Solo, I'm down to play Russian roulette
Pick it up, spin the cylinder and put it to your head
We keep playing till something connects
Ayo Solo, let's play Russian roulette
Pick it up, spin the cylinder and put it to your head
We keep playing till something connects
We keep playing till something connects
Yeah, Fame, I'm down to play Russian roulette
So pick it up, spin the cylinder and put it to your head
We keep playing till something connects
Ayo Fame, let's play Russian roulette
Pick it up, spin the cylinder and put it to your head
We keep playing till something connects
We keep playing till something connects
Yeah, Solo, I'm down to play Russian roulette
Pick it up, spin the cylinder and put it to your head
We keep playing till something connects