The Game

Alright, 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 any way 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 speaking no crime crap

I'm vocally trying to score before my time lapse

Uh, full court press, hands in your chest

Running cause I'm a rebel with the ghetto but next

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

Y'all **** ain't nothing but some bitch ass queers

I'll be in your ear, increase the fear

Ripping 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

360 behind my back

I take your monkey ass to the rack like Jerry Stack

I'm saw by most recruiters and heavily recommended

Sticking your best shooters, they lower verbal percentage

It's taking it's toll, 24-second clock control

Stopping this obstacle, impossible

I was the number one block project in the city

Prospect, now that's 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 getting tight, verbal victories in sight

What counts is what you write, not concerned about the hype

My rhymes go baseline 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 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 twelve points, four assists

Get up in the game, in your face like swish

Crash the boards with metaphors in the air like a concord

Hey-o, what you out for?

Yo, I'm out for the whole score

22 flat seconds for me to win

I can't win for losing with this cheating ass ref

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

Coming 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 fools 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 to try to barter with this Globetrotter

Militious, vicious dunks, I'm Vince Carter

And it's the high draft pick, flashing it

Hair face, still can penetrate and slightly overweight

But whatever it takes my shot can elevate

No pain, no gain for the brothers with no game