Jurassic 5 - The Game lyrics

All right, 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 (Chali 2na: yuh yuh yo)
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
Speakin no crime crap
I'm vocally trying to score
Before my time lapse

Uh! Full court press, hands in your chest
Runnin' cause I'm a rebel
With the ghetto finesse
No fouls just checks, make a brother sweat
Word for y'alls to earn my reject
Get it out of here, attack from the rear
Ya'll niggas ain't nuttin' but
Some bitch ass queers
I'll be in your ear, increase the fear
Rippin 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 parquet 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
Three hundred and sixty behind my back
I take your monkey ass to
The rack like Jerry Stack

I'm saw by most recruiters
And heavily recommended
Stickin your best shooters they
Lower verbal percentages
Takin it's toll, 24-second clock control
Stoppin 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 gettin tight
Verbal victories in sight
What counts is what you write
Not concerned about the hype
My rhymes go baseline so why
You tryin 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 hit's 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 12 points
4 assists
Get up in the game, in your face like swish
Crash the boards with metaphors
In the air like a concord
Aiyyo what you out for?
Yo I'm out for the whole score
22 flat seconds for me to wreck
I can't win for losin with
This cheatin 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, what?
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

Yo comin' 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 try
To barter with this globetrotter
Militious, vicious dunks, I'm Vince Carter

And it's the high draft pick, flashin it
Here fakes
Still can penetrate and slightly overweight
But whatever it take, my shot can elevate
No pain
No gain for the brothers with no game