Yo yo yo... I that I had something to say That could wipe that smile off of your face take my hand pretend you know my man Blame it all on the game, blame it all on the
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So put your hand up if you remember the Juice don't make em' like they used to This to be the new school? Your are aimless, songs are nameless How long you been I this region 200 hundred-mile radius Twin Cities' flavors RhymeSayers got the And you can hate me, it's part of the As long as you know impossible to ignore me >From middle fingers to hugs, tofu to the The fights fist(?), might as well take pictures of Slug And out your own life to the fullest Why you starin' at my feet when you're standin' in bullshit? You could learn how to ride a bike without balance So what's the point of to grab the mic without talent Go get your brakes looked at, you fuckin' fake rat Wanna be the greatest? Too late, already took that! Father knows best, but knows stress But Father needs love, a back rub, and rest Damn he could use a good home cooked Been burnin' ends since he broke the seal Up, up and away, him take off Give himself a hell and quit the day job And the sunlight, tryin' to write about life About face(?), break the fear, and you're till the plight(?)
And I that I had something to say That could that smile right off of your face Here take my pretend you know my name And blame it all on the game, blame it all on the
Cat's be walkin' the spot like they own it Wearin' a face that they should save for they With the tied, you're(?yet?) too wasted to drive Either way I've arrived to bless this place with my right, my vibe ain't even cool I sit in the corner and until I slur and drool The t-shirt shoot pool, not people Kill time, not life, the mic and let the beat go (Beat go beat go go) But good for me, It's hard to hide a card when you wear a short sleeve Force feed what I've got they not hungry to replace everything that they ripped off from me Below the tummy, and choke the dummy Beat the point dead until these folks me clearly it all simple, a simplistic intricate(?) Rebuild the robots with little and finger tips Reprogram, a full of slow jams Grab the and clutch it tight with both hands Why go ?? that calls this fall off(?) can suck my balls off I ain't goin' nowhere, I'm still here, right Same spot that I stood you first woke up The same guy that the mic and made your girl wanna fuck The MC still runnin' on an empty tank of luck
And I wish I had something to say That could wipe that smile right off of your Here take my hand, pretend you my name And it all on the game, blame it all on the game And I wish that I had to say That could wipe smile right off of your face Come here my hand, pretend you know..know..know it all on the game (Blame it all on the game) [x10]
Because of the other rhymes, when in fact it did (?whole line?)