Yo yo yo... I wish I had something to say That wipe that smile right off of your face Here my hand pretend you know my man it all on the game, blame it all on the game
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So put your hand up if you the Juice Crew They don't make em' like they to This to be the new school? Your guns are aimless, are nameless How you been famous? I claim this region 200 hundred-mile Twin Cities' RhymeSayers got the tastiest And you can hate me, it's of the territory As long as you know it's impossible to me middle fingers to hugs, tofu to the drugs The fights fist(?), might as just take pictures of Slug And out your own life to the fullest Why you at my feet when you're standin' in this bullshit? You never learn how to ride a bike without balance So what's the point of trying to the mic without talent Go get your brakes looked at, you fuckin' hood rat Wanna be the basement's greatest? Too late, took that! Father best, but Father knows stress But Father love, a back rub, and some rest Damn he could use a good home meal Been burnin' both ends since he broke the Up, up and away, watch him off Give a little hell and quit the day job And the sunlight, tryin' to write about life About face(?), the fear, and you're here till the plight(?)
And I wish I had something to say That could wipe that smile off of your face Here take my hand you know my name And blame it all on the game, it all on the game
Cat's be walkin' into the spot they own it Wearin' a face that they should save for they With the shoelaces tied, you're(?yet?) too to drive Either way I've arrived to bless this place my vibe Yeah right, my vibe ain't cool I sit in the and drink until I slur and drool The says shoot pool, not people Kill time, not life, grab the mic and let the go (Beat go go beat go) But that's for me, It's hard to a magic card when you wear a short sleeve Force feed what I've got when not hungry Tryin' to replace everything that they off from me Below the tummy, and choke the theory Beat the point dead until these folks me clearly Keep it all simple, a intricate(?) Rebuild the robots with hands and finger tips Reprogram, a full of slow jams Grab the prize and it tight with both hands Why go ?? Anyone calls this fall off(?) can suck my balls off I ain't nowhere, I'm still here, right here Same spot that I stood when you woke up The same guy grabbed the mic and made your girl wanna fuck The same MC runnin' on an empty tank of luck
And I that I had something to say That could wipe smile right off of your face Here take my hand, you know my name And it all on the game, blame it all on the game And I wish I had something to say That wipe that smile right off of your face Come here take my hand, you know..know..know Blame it all on the game (Blame it all on the game)
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