Catch Phrase Games

[Verse 1 - Chester P]
I came in the reign for my name
The game might change I'm the same
All the fame ain't the reason
I came in the reign for my name
I came as the pain sustained
Got me shaking my chains
In the rain for my gains
Bre's round the way
Sell 'caine in a daze from the haze
Getting blazed to the grade
Main old dragged to the drains
As bad for your brains
As a bag full o' skag to ya vein
Shame in a frame for the Dane's
Dragging their names through the flames
Who ya blame's who ya blame
I'm the same as I came
Fast lane to the pain
And the dark days and the heartache that remains
Strange as it seems to explain
The worlds pain stakes in the game
Up next to my name
Rejecting the fame in respect to my strain
McBane, black days in the cascades rain

[Hook]
Catch phrase game, back stage full of craze
For the flames who remain
And then change just the same as they came
And the ways of the world ain't changed
How they say what they say then I find that strange
I remain at a range
In a place where I'm not outta place thinking things change
Woulda burned by the flame all the cats who remain
And then change just the same as they came
And it's us and we're back in the back of a club
With a crack of a whip and a bag full o' bud
And a smile for the judge
Cats from the streets going wild in the clubs
And it's us and we're back in the back of a club
With a crack of a whip and a bag full o' bud
And a smile for the judge
Cats from the streets going wild

[Verse 2 - Farma G]
Strai' off to the chase for the papes
'Cause I crave for the day when I'm paid
'Cause I ache with a pain that's deep
In the belly of the beast as I feast on the weak
And I speak with the beat of a drum
All I need is the sun and a pocket full of fun
That's it, big bag o' weed that's it
I walk on the wild side, look with my eyes wide
Cry as the ward falls down on his side iron
Broke to the bone on my own 'cause I've grown
All hard on the outside my headset's blown
I'm only the monster I am
'Cause I cram mad dangerous plans in your hands
Way too militant for the innocent
It coulda been brilliant, the first million
Stepped to the best of the mic check
Left with the rep of a Death Star, self destructive

[Hook]
Catch phrase game, back stage full of craze
For the flames who remain
And then change just the same as they came
And the ways of the world ain't changed
How they say what they say then I find that strange
I remain at a range
In a place where I'm not outta place thinking things change
Woulda burned by the flame all the cats who remain
And then change just the same as they came
And it's us and we're back in the back of a club
With a crack of a whip and a bag full o' bud
And a smile for the judge
Cats from the streets going wild in the clubs
And it's us and we're back in the back of a club
With a crack of a whip and a bag full o' bud
And a smile for the judge
Cats from the streets going wild in the club
And it's us and we're back in the back of a club
With a crack of a whip and a bag full o' bud
And a smile for the judge
Cats from the streets going wild in the club
And it's us and we're back in the back of a club
With a crack of a whip and a bag full o' bud
And a smile for the judge
Cats from the streets going wild