Song parody of
Hunger Games
by Slank & Sunny Ture
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Tripping, forgetting we long living
Living too fast, sinning, making the crash quicken
That's doin the dash different I reflect as I'm detecting
The trauma my dad's given while ducking the brash women
Modern day got modern obstacles, my flow got tires spinning
Though the mission not impossible, might lose ya spine in it
Lose ya mind, doing time, all without a crime pending
Treat my sign like a temple you can't touch my fine linen
You mighta heard niggas giving in, just know that I'm different
Flow cold like I'm iceberg slim, words I'm pimping
The principles is signed and sealed, what I'm sending
Too real just to leave at yo door, we pick locks
Hit cops with subpoena, they charged by the black nation
And slank got the facts waiting, we came from the back hazing
Gotta tell these crackas what it was and will be
Check ya aim, these the hunger games, came from zone 3
In the trees, on the hunt, what it is, what it will be
Sometimes I can't sleep my nigga, can you feel me
And if they take me 'fore I wake at least I wrote it down
I used to rock the Playoff 8s between my feet and ground
Slank and Sunny sound like winners of the rounds
In the zones that we roam no time to slow down, yo
And if they take me 'fore I wake at least I wrote it down
I still rock the Playoff 8s between my feet and ground
Yo, real talk, when I ain't behind the mic I feel off
I peeled off, hold up
Real talk, when I ain't behind the mic I feel off
I peeled off, accelerate, I hope I never get lost
Listening to Facemob, thinking bout ways to get my pay up
It's been a long day but I'ma stay up
Running Man, Game of Death, they the spectators
Old elevators, slide the door, smoke an L between the floors
Shawty said she love my performance, all season
Hibernated in the winter, spent the springtime eating
Main reason they ain't reaching to our level, to our caliber
Cause they ain't got soul, we defying all challengers
It's hard to balance on the edge, but I'm practicing
Same booth, different day, I came to drop facts again
Tapping in, they tapping out
Pen Chester Himes, but I'm rapping out chapters now
It's vivid when I wrote it down
In the trees, on the hunt, what it is, what it will be
Sometimes I can't sleep my nigga, can you feel me
And if they take me 'fore I wake at least I wrote it down
I used to rock the Playoff 8s between my feet and ground
Slank and Sunny sound like winners of the rounds
In the zones that we roam no time to slow down, yo
And if they take me 'fore I wake at least I wrote it down
I still rock the Playoff 8s between my feet and ground
Tripping, forgetting we long living
Living too fast, sinning, making the crash quicken
That's doin the dash different I reflect as I'm detecting
The trauma my dad's given while ducking the brash women
Modern day got modern obstacles, my flow got tires spinning
Though the mission not impossible, might lose ya spine in it
Lose ya mind, doing time, all without a crime pending
Treat my sign like a temple you can't touch my fine linen
You mighta heard niggas giving in, just know that I'm different
Flow cold like I'm iceberg slim, words I'm pimping
The principles is signed and sealed, what I'm sending
Too real just to leave at yo door, we pick locks
Hit cops with subpoena, they charged by the black nation
And slank got the facts waiting, we came from the back hazing
Gotta tell these crackas what it was and will be
Check ya aim, these the hunger games, came from zone 3
In the trees, on the hunt, what it is, what it will be
Sometimes I can't sleep my nigga, can you feel me
And if they take me 'fore I wake at least I wrote it down
I used to rock the Playoff 8s between my feet and ground
Slank and Sunny sound like winners of the rounds
In the zones that we roam no time to slow down, yo
And if they take me 'fore I wake at least I wrote it down
I still rock the Playoff 8s between my feet and ground
Yo, real talk, when I ain't behind the mic I feel off
I peeled off, hold up
Real talk, when I ain't behind the mic I feel off
I peeled off, accelerate, I hope I never get lost
Listening to Facemob, thinking bout ways to get my pay up
It's been a long day but I'ma stay up
Running Man, Game of Death, they the spectators
Old elevators, slide the door, smoke an L between the floors
Shawty said she love my performance, all season
Hibernated in the winter, spent the springtime eating
Main reason they ain't reaching to our level, to our caliber
Cause they ain't got soul, we defying all challengers
It's hard to balance on the edge, but I'm practicing
Same booth, different day, I came to drop facts again
Tapping in, they tapping out
Pen Chester Himes, but I'm rapping out chapters now
It's vivid when I wrote it down
In the trees, on the hunt, what it is, what it will be
Sometimes I can't sleep my nigga, can you feel me
And if they take me 'fore I wake at least I wrote it down
I used to rock the Playoff 8s between my feet and ground
Slank and Sunny sound like winners of the rounds
In the zones that we roam no time to slow down, yo
And if they take me 'fore I wake at least I wrote it down
I still rock the Playoff 8s between my feet and ground
