Author Topic: The Game!  (Read 210 times)

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The Game!
« on: July 25, 2007, 01:03:40 PM »
Came, in rage, cos these streets have aged,
Kids in black traccys dont refrain to aim,
Who to blame but the results the same,
Sooner or later, I guess we all fall victim to the game...

(Hook) Its only right that I address this, gotta be in it, to win it!
I never come lame, hype killin in the game, get busy,
Its only right that I address this, gotta be in it, to win it,
I never come lame, hype killin in the game,

Raised by blame -- lets just shame the Graeme,
So I cant complain when my fames obtained,
Walked through flames and played the games,
They dont have a clue-doh, ha, it was me who slain,
Flew the plane through the panes I aint ashamed,
Cos cranes cos be made to build up from raids,
Left in draines like a kid with aids,
In Africa starving its alarming our murder rates,
Insane like a derranged dame,
After money and a car and free ride in the freeway lane,
Every song's the same they all lying again,
But I'm a lion spying from the African plaines,
So many King's cross the tracks they see no trains,
Then they left in a hole been dug with spades,
I'm freshly cut deep and united by blades,
Quick to top your scalp off or leave you with fades,
These shades cant hide the pain...in my game,

(Hook) Its only right that I address this, gotta be in it, to win it!
I never come lame, hype killin in the game, get busy,
Its only right that I address this, gotta be in it, to win it,
I never come lame, hype killin in the game,

I'm a master like Yodo -- here till this is over,
In your ear like your I-Pod head phone-a,
Network your friends like I worked for Motorola,
Dont drive no rover my motors a roller,
Gotta show ya I'll hold ya neck like Corona,
Throw ya to the pack and laugh like Jack the joker,
Paint a perfect picture like picasso and Mona,
But my flow is off the dome an always known I'm a loner,
Got an antartic feel but I'll show ya whos colder,
An if you cross the boss you get nailed like Hova,
Take all your dosh like we was sittin playin poker,
If you loose, then you cough up, even if you aint a smoker,
I'll float your boat an leave you hopin for water,
So you can drown your sorrows and even remain sober,
I crash through the sphere just like a supernova,
They me super wroter cos my lyrics tick the quota,
I'm always off the rota...in this game,

(Hook) Its only right that I address this, gotta be in it, to win it!
I never come lame, hype killin in the game, get busy,
Its only right that I address this, gotta be in it, to win it,
I never come lame, hype killin in the game,

I just wanna drink tequila,
Dress in all Fila,
Kick back, relax, smoke only new reefa,
Feel a, couple of hot heavy breathers,
Pin em down, bite em, just like I was a cheeter,
I'm a reacher, doing all I can to teach ya,
No leech-er, just an over achiever,
Preacher that pinches all the best peaches,
I'm a open their eyes like topless beaches,
I'm a spray these geezers like they sittin on geezers,
Leave em begging on their knees screaming "Lord Jesus",
Flow so cold I'm suprised it aint freezes,
Leave raps fans chilly sittin in fleeces,
I'm so ill I guess I'm full of diseases,
Call me Jig-saw cos my lifes fits together like pieces,
My speech is, amnesia, cant remember to feel ya,
Call me mexican cos I'm only rappin to-kill-ya...in the game,

(Hook) Its only right that I address this, gotta be in it, to win it!
I never come lame, hype killin in the game, get busy,
Its only right that I address this, gotta be in it, to win it,
I never come lame, hype killin in the game,


 

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Re: The Game!
« Reply #1 on: July 25, 2007, 09:24:45 PM »
Tight shit one mo' gin nigga!!!


I just wanna drink tequila,
Dress in all Fila,
Kick back, relax, smoke only new reefa,
Feel a, couple of hot heavy breathers,
Pin em down, bite em, just like I was a cheeter,
I'm a reacher, doing all I can to teach ya,
No leech-er, just an over achiever,
Preacher that pinches all the best peaches,
I'm a open their eyes like topless beaches,
I'm a spray these geezers like they sittin on geezers,
Leave em begging on their knees screaming "Lord Jesus",
Flow so cold I'm suprised it aint freezes,
Leave raps fans chilly sittin in fleeces,
I'm so ill I guess I'm full of diseases,
Call me Jig-saw cos my lifes fits together like pieces,
My speech is, amnesia, cant remember to feel ya,
Call me mexican cos I'm only rappin to-kill-ya...in the game,

Love the last verse the best. Though you came nice on it all.

You ON fire.
 

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Re: The Game!
« Reply #2 on: July 26, 2007, 02:17:06 AM »
fuck yeah, that was dope

keep it comin!

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