The Game lyrics

Artist  : Jurassic 5 
Song : The Game



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All right, everybody shut up
I said shut
up!
Now are you ready to play the
game?
NO!
Are you ready to play the
game?
YEAH!

The Game
Playing to
survive
Aiming to win anyway they
can

Yo, yo
Pass the ball, final casting
call
First of all, verbal basketball
Off the
glass, smash your jaw
Too fast for y'all
You
might take a nasty fall
Trying to stick with
the prehistoric passenger
(Foul Ball)
All
breath, no physical contact
Bounce back,
demonstrate invincible bomb raps
Not no
hustler no player or speakin no crime crap
I'm
vocally trying to score before my time
lapse

Uh! Full court press, hands in your
chest
Runnin' cause I'm a rebel with the
ghetto
No fouls just checks, make a brother
sweat
Word for y'all to earn my reject
Get
it out of here, attack from the rear
Ya'll
niggas aint nothin but some bitch ass
queers
I'll be in your ear, increase the
fear
Rippin 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 concrete floor
Envisioning 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 pivot, through
the lane
Three hundred and sixty behind my
back
I take your monkey ass to the rack like
Jerry Stack

I'm saw by most recruiters and
heavily recommended
Stickin your best shooters
they lower verbal percentage
It's takin its
toll, 24-second clock control
Stoppin this
obstacle, impossible
I was the number one ????
project in the city
Prospect, now thats
something that you can believe
So be it,
whether pro or collegiate, the hit but don't
miss
Prime time the offense,
switch


Y'all can't ball, Y'all can't
ball
Yo ref, where's the tech? Man, make the
call
The game is gettin tight verbal victories
in sight
What counts is what you write not
concerned about the hype
My rhymes go baseline
so why you tryin 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 put my foot in the
pavement
With the brothers I'm raised
with
Play with and break dance 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
metaphors
In the air like a concord
Aiyyo
what you out for?
Yo I'm out for the whole
score
22 flat seconds for me to win
I can't
win for losin with this cheatin ass
ref

[Clip from Laker game]

My
squad's 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 is bout to
change the whole sport
Give me the pill boy,
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 the
man when my words play sports
Comin' through
your lane, with pure skills so stand
clear
Vocal charge is a mirage, I still stand
here
Damn near, make your shit look soft like
Pam Grier
Fans cheer for the paragraph Bill
Lambier

Show me the rock, so I can show
these fool what I got
(He's heating up) Fuck
that, I'm flaming hot
Verbally take you to the
blacktop, 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
globetrotter
Militious, vicious dunks, I'm
Vince Carter
And it's the high draft pick,
flashin it
Still can penetrate and slightly
overweight
But whatever it takes my shot can
elevate
No pain, no gain for the brothers with
no game