War Games

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Apathy - Rap

War Games

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[Chorus] I used to never know if it was true But they study everything that you do Yo, I used to never know if it was true But they study everything that you do Yo, I used to never know if it was true But they studying everything that you do Yo, I used to never know if it was true But they study everything that you do.. [Verse 1] Like in a zoo like you was animal or rather a specimen How you deal with stress with anger or Adrenalin High you make decisions under pressure with precision All the data transmitted right out of your television X-Box live or right through the PlayStation Main location of all your information Studying the strategy, stats and reaction time Empty the sniper rifle and after you blast a nine Kills are recorded and how many shots missed Not just the leader boards it's the government's chop list Listen, right this second in somebody's home A ten year old's in the zone aiming at somebody's dome And the military monitoring data that's shown To determine if he's a candidate to pilot a drone Condition them to make them violent prone And drops bombs from afar, leave a pile of bones [Chorus] [Verse 2] In my mind is the scenes of war I see often I'm tossing C4, see deceased in coffins Proceed with caution crossing enemy lines But my brain is trained to take aim every time 'Cause we mostly rocking with rockets shopped remotely Anybody approach me, keep skulls for trophies Call for backup, transmit on the radio Head shots that increase my kill/death ratio The operation is to kill the radical opposition I never through with this, human life is competition A killing machine hiding behind a screen With a huge death toll by the age of 18 it seems [Chorus] All of the demons will play when the Devil's away All of the demons will play when the Devil's away

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  • Apathy