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Lyrics for THE GAME by Jurassic 5:
| | | Artist: | Jurassic 5 |
| | Album: | Unknown | | Track: | THE GAME | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 72 | | | | Lyrics: | All right everybody shut up.
Are you ready to play the game?
I said are you ready to
play the game?
The game
Playing to survive
Aiming to win any way they
can
Pass the ball
Final casting call, first of all verbal basketball
Off the glass smash your jaw, to fast for y'all
You might take a nasty fall
Trying to
stick with the prehistoric passenger
(foul ball) ah ref no physical contact, bounce back
Demonstrate invincible bomb raps
Not no hustler no player
Or speaking no crime
crap
I'm vocally trying to score before my time lapse
Full court press, hands
in your chest
Running cause I'm a rebel with the ghetto connects
No fouls just checks
Make a brother sweat
Work for yours to earn my reject (get it out of here)
Attack from the rear, y'all Niger's ain't nothing but some bitch ass queers
I'll be in your
ear, increase the fear, rippen with the shears as the crowd just cheers
Bring on the
opposition, cause my position is to shut you down as the basketball
pounds on the parquet
floor
Invision it moves to freak brothers every which way
Dominating like doc J
Pass me the rock I know just what to do with it
It's real vivid, I pivit threw the lane
Three hundred and sixty peoples behind my back
I'll take your monkey ass to the rack
like jerry stack
I'm sought by most recruiters and heavily recommended stroken your
best shooter
there lower their verbal percentage
Has taken its toll, 24-second clock
control, stopen this obstacle impossible
I was the #1 block project inner city prospect
Now that's something that you can believe, So be it
Whether pro or collegiate, the hit
but don't miss the primetime the offense, swish
Y'all can't ball, y'all can't ball
you ref where's the tech man make the call
The game is getting tight, verbal victories in
sight
What counts is what you write, not concerned about the height
My lines go base
line so why you trying to take mine
Last man tried just died inside the paint line
I
bank rhymes, got a call so I flex
I'm on the foul line with a few verses left
When my
flow hits the net, the next brother flex
I plant my foot in the pavement with the
brothers were raised with played with and
break danced back in the days with and still in the
game with 12 points 4 assists
Get up in the game in your face like swish
Crash the
boards with medifores in the air like a condor, hey yo what you out for
Hey yo I'm out for
the whole score
With 22 seconds for me to wreck, I can't win for losing with this cheating
ass ref
My squads supreme so I don't need Clyde or the dream, next time you play the
game boy pick a better team, your choice is short, when you on a concrete court
but my
mental Cohorts about to change the whole sport
Give me the pill boy, what, crossover
with the skills
Wrap around pass fly right past your grill
Take off from half court in
some J5 shorts
The rap band with demand when my words play sports
Coming
through your lane with pure skills so stand clear
Vocal charge is a mirage I still stand here
Dam near, make your shit look soft like Pam Grear fans cheer for the paragraph Bill
Lambere
Show me the rock so I can show these fools what I got (he's heating up) fuck
that
I'm flaming hot, verbally take you to the black top and wreck shop, turn my game up
a notch
Pass me the rock
1 on 1, 3 on 3, 5 on 5 horse 21 it really
don't matter cause son you'll still get done,
yo you should know better than try to barter
with this globe trotter, malicious vicious
dunks I'm Vince Carter
And it's the
high draft pick flashin it head fakes, still can penetrate, slightly over
weight, but
whatever it takes my shot can elevate no pain no gain for the brothers
with no game
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