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Game Over
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Game Over was released on July 29, 2008 by Doomtree Records as a part of the album Doomtree
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Release DateJuly 29, 2008
LabelDoomtree Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM83

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Samels
John Samels
Songwriter
Michael Thomas Marquez
Michael Thomas Marquez
Songwriter

Lyrics

Welcome to the future
Rap won’t save you
Can you hear that?
Rap won’t save you
You want the truth?
You can’t handle the truth
You want Phantom sun-roofs, Armadale 80 proof
From shake, to shook, to shuck
From cake, to cook, to cluck
No hustling backwards
That’s the labor of luck
Gander back, holla front
Fuck a Mack of the Month
Where the Zag?
Roll the blunt and chill the fuck out (chill)
But you better chunk ‘em up doggy
Sweep the leg Johnny
What it do whoadie?
Hit ‘em up homey
Get ‘em up off me
Walk away talking shit and acting cocky
He ain’t gon’ harm me
Bob Marley
Better off kicking rocks with his army
Wet ‘em up OG
Simmer down Rudy, settle back mommy
Saddleback booty
I’m a Dogtown b-boy, low on the see-saw
From the shore, to the sea floor
De la Doom (huh?), from the Tree (oh!)
Oak medallions (what?) No bling
You went the wrong way down a one way
One way out, one way to win:
Go big or go home boy
Go all in, Ahhh yeah get ‘em riled up
Game over. Game over
It’s all this coke, it’s all that liq, it’s all the fame
It’s all been done, it’s all been fixed, it’s all the same
I got no time for games, lames, or dames
Time for some rearrangements
Take the Independent Railroad, we gonna get ‘em out the slave whips
Til they’re wireless and chainless
Are those the Faces of Death, or just stages of being famous?
It’s the monotone, monosyllabic, mono-stereo, solid zone cold static
Malachi York looper, stuck on Lucifer, Big Boss Koopa
Super Downloader Bros. down low
Until the suture opens, choke on hookah
Turn the cheek,and make a nuclear war head
Arm-legga-legga-arm-head-lock
Suicide smart bomb
I say my name “Mictlan” like an “X” in Islam
I got no time for games, lames, or dames
And if you’re sick of the world
Well I’m sick of the wording
And I could be sick of it all
But I’m just sick from the earling
If you don’t stick to wall
You better stick ‘em up early
If that ain’t stickin’ at all
Then just stick up the birdie
Like hush…
Rap Music
Written by: John Samels, Michael Thomas Marquez
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