Lyrics Tom Boston – Stupid Prizes | New Today Lyrics

verse 1
I hypothesize you may legitimately despise my eyes
I won’t compromise my ideas so they align with your lies
Don’t need to hear replies, next album out after late july
Not a disguise to criticize with some disses on you guys
…don’t visualise me sellin’ fries
Gonna’ utilize, vocalize so i don’t terrorize ny fries
So, i rise to the skies, eyes rolled as i devisе my rap exercise
I agonizе about how i only fantasize about the prize
That is to see my face on rap merchandise branded by levi’s
That can be stylized and customized, you’re not my demise
You preach a testament of non-evidence against me
The resident, i am hesitant to give you a speech impediment
But you get what you get, so your sediment is now of skeletons
Have the etiquette to have a mint and not be repetitive
I’m in my element of eloquence with a little melanin
As the king of elegance, resident turned president
It’s my precedent to be of an excellent edison
I take my medicine; you sell a pint for me to tell a hint
The elephant has an address between you d‘ mess an’ me d‘ best
You’re the guest of the test of tests, bring your pen and vest
Strings on your breast, chest, stressed bullets press west
Into your crest, retreat to your nest, i beat you with zest
Mess with my deep sleep, now you’re under arrest
You guessed, i’m the best of the best, most blessed

chorus
Yeah, you can say what you wanna’ say
Yeah, you can play what you wanna’ play
…all i gotta‘ say is
Play stupid games, win stupid prizes

verse 2
I see a simpleton citizen in the cinema
With cinnamon buns, he’s a sitting synonym for gluttony
He’s sitting sinisterly with his butt on me
I’m thinning, he’s twinning with a bin filled to the brim with his din
I may be the cynical, critical pinnacle of a principal
Of principles, unsinkable, unthinkable i’m integral
He’s an imbecile visible, a minimal, clinical
Criminal finna melt into a thinner mold
I got the winner’s belt, you gonna’ feel what a sinner felt
Yeah, i’m spinnin’, spinnin’, spinnin’
I’m slimmer than slim in the dim sense that i’m thinner
Than chicks hot bliss, cannot fit wrist watches, my dick’s loch ness
I tick notches on slick haunches with bic dottas
I list monch’s as lyrics: hotness, a sick thought is that
I don’t kick shottas with a quick knot twist, i trick swat’ wits
I lick bought swiss army knives, that’s a quick jot sis, a hick ought hiss
At a hick pot-kissed, i pick locks kris!
Quick talk kris, ‘fore you get the quick mach fist no mo’ quick walk kris!
Why were my trick shots missed from ma’ thick doc-list?
Kris missed on christmas day, a piss-piss day but miss-miss stay!
Or be on my diss list sprayed where i hiss, piss, slay
You’ve been hit, stunna’ ray! wit’ guns to spray, it’s a bit fun to prey
I hit numb you stray away from your lit wonda’ rays
Wit’ fun, ma’ sleigh, yeah, it’s a bit fun to slay

chorus
Yeah, you can say what you wanna’ say
Yeah, you can play what you wanna’ play
…all i gotta‘ say is
Play stupid games, win stupid prizes

verse 3
Initials of ice cream and ups without the service
Spell it with a scream or you’re doin’ a disservice!
(“i.c.u.p.”)
Wait you see me pee? get out you seethin’ creep
You breathe and weep before the gold’n showa’ of your dreams
I’m a u-user of urine, you’re in trouble, even as a g’
You’d come second to me, my back is tired like a jeep
From wreckin’ an’ deckin’ mcs, it rises me to lb
This ain’t the finale, stick you in tin can alley
Or stick you in a whack-a-mole and knock the crack out ya’ soul
My tracks on patrol for when i’m speedin’, impedin’
While it’s readin’, i lead wins, i need sins to be human
You fumin’ while i’m doomin’, i’m a shoe in to win
I make music that makes few sick that spew bricks, take you’ pick
Roast me, we do salem, boast and i slay them
I do the most to pay ‘em, you toast to betrayin’ ‘em
So don’t play dumb when i ask you to count my ammo
I will never fountain bullets at your fam’ tho’
This is the carnival where i carve a hole
Like a muddy animal with bloody enamel
My buddy’s a cannibal who studies the manual of hannibal
These be carnage, karma carnivals that scarns
Yarn in barns, barns in yards, yards in farms, farms in arms
Arms aren’t out for ya’ when you play the same stupid games

chorus
Yeah, you can say what you wanna’ say
Yeah, you can play what you wanna’ play
…all i gotta‘ say is
Play stupid games, win stupid prizes