All right, everybody shut up
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I said shut up!
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Now are you ready to play the game?
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NO!
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Are you ready to play the game?
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YEAH!
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The Game
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Playing to survive
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Aiming to win anyway they can
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Yo, yo
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Pass the ball, final casting call
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First of all, verbal basketball
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Off the glass, smash your jaw
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Too fast for y'all
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You might take a nasty fall
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Trying to stick with the prehistoric passenger
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(Foul Ball)
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All breath, no physical contact
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Bounce back, demonstrate invincible bomb raps
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Not no hustler no player or speakin no crime crap
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I'm vocally trying to score before my time lapse
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Uh! Full court press, hands in your chest
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Runnin' cause I'm a rebel with the ghetto
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No fouls just checks, make a brother sweat
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Word for y'all to earn my reject
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Get it out of here, attack from the rear
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Ya'll niggas aint nothin but some bitch ass queers
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I'll be in your ear, increase the fear
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Rippin with the shears as the crowd just cheers
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Bring on the opposition
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Cause my position is to shut you down
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As the basketball pounds on the concrete floor
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Envisioning moves to freak brothers every which way
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Dominating like Doc J.
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Pass me the rock, I know just what to do with it
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It's real vivid, I pivot, through the lane
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Three hundred and sixty behind my back
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I take your monkey ass to the rack like Jerry Stack
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I'm saw by most recruiters and heavily recommended
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Stickin your best shooters they lower verbal percentage
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It's takin its toll, 24-second clock control
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Stoppin this obstacle, impossible
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I was the number one ?? project in the city
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Prospect, now thats something that you can believe
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So be it, whether pro or collegiate, the hit but don't miss
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Prime time the offense, switch
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Y'all can't ball, Y'all can't ball
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Yo ref, where's the tech? Man, make the call
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The game is gettin tight verbal victories in sight
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What counts is what you write not concerned about the hype
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My rhymes go baseline so why you tryin to take mine?
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Last man tried just died inside the paint line
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I bank rhymes, got a call so I flex
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I'm on the foul line with a few verses left
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When my flow hits the net, the next brother flex
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I put my foot in the pavement
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With the brothers I'm raised with
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Play with and break dance back in the days with
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And still in the game with 12 points, 4 assists
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Get up in the game, in your face like swish
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Crash the boards with metaphors
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In the air like a concord
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Aiyyo what you out for?
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Yo I'm out for the whole score
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22 flat seconds for me to win
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I can't win for losin with this cheatin ass ref
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[Clip from Laker game]
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My squad's supreme
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So I don't need Clyde or the dream
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Next time you play the game boy pick a better team
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Your choice is short when you on a concrete court
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But my mental cohorts is bout to change the whole sport
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Give me the pill boy, crossover with the skills
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Wrap around pass, fly right past your grill
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Take off from half court, in some J5 shorts
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The rap band with the man when my words play sports
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Comin' through your lane, with pure skills so stand clear
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Vocal charge is a mirage, I still stand here
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Damn near, make your shit look soft like Pam Grier
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Fans cheer for the paragraph Bill Lambier
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Show me the rock, so I can show these fool what I got
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(He's heating up) Fuck that, I'm flaming hot
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Verbally take you to the blacktop, and wreck shop
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Turn my game up a notch, pass me the rock
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1 on 1, 3 on 3, 5 on 5, horse, 21
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It really don't matter cause son you'll still get done
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Yo you should know better than try to barter with this globetrotter
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Militious, vicious dunks, I'm Vince Carter
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And it's the high draft pick, flashin it
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Still can penetrate and slightly overweight
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But whatever it takes my shot can elevate
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No pain, no gain for the brothers with no game
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The Game
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| Jurassic 5 |
