We got game. [x4]
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(A fast one) When I listen, I feel the mic that¡¯s in my hand. I think your brain is on my land. I simmer down but when you're sure looking to the sky you see the laws from the rhythm of the force. You¡¯re running down the street and meeting people from the force. An open door, and guess what I saw. I saw the crew chillin' by the liquor shop they were sitting down and listening to the hip-hop.
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We got game. [x2]
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Every now and then my mind makes a mirror. And it tries to see the kid that makes life a killer. The face is in the haze but that leaves the taste, I start to think it's light from heaven. (Woo!) The memory around is beginning to fade. But the stain it made will never really go away. I hit it off with this lady dusk she was driving the fast lane and getting hyper pain.
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Where are we going? [x4]
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Where are we goin' when I don't see ya movin'? Beggin' for a ride yes you know I stay cool but up into the sky, now back onto the earth. Now that's the funky part but I ain't got my bird. The whole universe is sittin' in my mind. I think too much but I ain't fucking blind. I do a mean rap but I think about the other day, about the time I turned shit to haze.
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I know I'm not the only one who's getting affected. To the people all around that make me disruptive. I smoke a pack a day and I drink all night and when I get horny I pick a fight. The wind has changed and the sun has come up, everything's been working since I got my new haircut. I'm teaching my style, I'm makin' a G smile to this world I was living in exile.
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Where are we going? [x10]
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The Force
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