Jurassic 5 - The Game Lyrics
All right, everybody shut upI said shut up!Now are you ready to play the game?No!Are you ready to play the game?Yeah!The gamePlaying to surviveAiming to win anyway they canYo, yoPass the ball, final casting callFirst of all, verbal basketballOff the glass, smash your jawToo fast for yallYou might take a nasty fallTrying to stick with the prehistoric passenger(foul ball)All breath, no physical contactBounce back, demonstrate invincible bomb rapsNot no hustler no player or speakin no crime crapIm vocally trying to score before my time lapseUh! full court press, hands in your chestRunnin cause Im a rebel with the ghetto finesseNo fouls just checks, make a brother sweatWord for yall to earn my rejectGet it out of here, attack from the rearYall niggas aint nothin but some ***** ass queersIll be in your ear, increase the fearRippin with the shears as the crowd just cheersBring on the oppositionCause my position is to shut you downAs the basketball pounds on the concrete floorEnvisioning moves to freak brothers every which wayDominating like doc j.Pass me the rock, I know just what to do with itIts real vivid, I pivot, through the laneThree hundred and sixty behind my backI take your monkey ass to the rack like jerry stackIm sought by most recruiters and heavily recommendedStickin your best shooters they lower verbal percentageIts takin its toll, 24-second clock controlStoppin this obstacle, impossibleI was the number one block project in the cityProspect, now thats something that you can believeSo be it, whether pro or collegiate, the hit but dont missPrime time the offense, switchYall cant ball, yall cant ballYo ref, wheres the tech? man, make the callThe game is gettin tight verbal victories in sightWhat counts is what you write not concerned about the heightMy rhymes go baseline so why you tryin to take mine?Last man tried just died inside the paint lineI bank rhymes, got a call so I flexIm on the foul line with a few verses leftWhen my flow hits the net, the next brother flexI put my foot in the pavementWith the brothers Im raised withPlay with and break dance back in the days withAnd still in the game with 12 points, no assistsGet up in the game, in your face like swishCrash the boards with metaphorsIn the air like a concordAiyyo what you out for?Yo Im out for the whole score22 flat seconds for me to winI cant win for losin with this cheatin ass ref[clip from laker game]My squads supremeSo I dont need clyde or the dreamNext time you play the game boy pick a better teamYour choice is short when you on a concrete courtBut my mental cohorts is bout to change the whole sportGive me the bill boy, crossover with the skillsWrap around pass, fly right past your grillTake off from half court, in some j5 shortsThe rap band with the man when my words play sportsComin through your lane, with pure skills so stand clearVocal charge is a mirage, I still stand hereDamn near, make your shit look soft like pam grierFans cheer for the paragraph bill lambierShow me the rock, so I can show these fool what I got(hes heating up) ***** that, Im flaming hotVerbally take you to the blacktop, and wreck shopTurn my game up a notch, pass me the rock1 on 1, 3 on 3, 5 on 5, horse, 21It really dont matter cause son youll still get doneYo you should know better than try to barter with this globetrotterMilitious, vicious dunks, Im vince carterAnd its the high draft pick, flashin itStill can penetrate and slightly overweightBut whatever it takes my shot can elevateNo pain, no gain for the brothers with no game
