Текст песни Pharrell Williams — The Game Has Changed

I know I disappeared,
And popped up in Pérès makin' chairs with a beard,
And those that love me probably thought that it was weird,
While the haters was happy,
They thought my destiny was cleared,
And any artist that you love have veered,
Especially when they hated the image that they mirrored.
I got a text that said, “P, please, get up!”
So like Tron I'm brightly outlinin' my shit up –
The penthouses, the homes, the cars, the chains, the stones,
The admirers, Mini Me's, and clones.
Sellin' you niggas dreams
That are boxes full of foam,
In and out of dimensions, I walk through walls,
Just sayin' you can't put me in a box, that's all.
No ‘Da Vinci Codes' or ‘Twilight' stubs,
Don't take this wrong but I like the taste of blood.
Yo!
So fittin', the sound in my system
Makes me wanna squish them,
King Kong foot.
The beast has awakened,
The protools tapin',
My position blatant.
You knew I was comin',
Choiceless, you waitin'.
Now look up and ask why you've been forsaken.
I shall hover,
With splendid colors
That alone makes me other,
Plus the return of the Jedi.
I study how the Brooklyn machine works,
That's word to Big and his dead eye.
I rise to the top like the sun,
I rise to the pocket like a gun,
I fire drop your body and it's done.
They like, “What happened?”
We trapped ‘em.
Hatred is obliterated when I imagine,
Look at you drownin' in your lungs, gaspin'.
Blood on the dancefloor, he, he Michael Jackson,
Bitches should stay home, they do so much comin',
Y'all should stand back ‘cause you do so much frontin',
Take this sunblock you got too much sunnin',
Now let's examine what you thinkin', runnin'.
Run too hard, you might tear your meniscus,
And if you try to run up, you'll only get your wig split,
This campaign we runnin' is vicious,
I hate to eat and run but this was delicious.