All right everybody shut up.

Are you ready to play the game?

I said are you ready to play the game?



The game

Playing to survive

Aiming to win any way they can



Pass the ball

Final casting call, first of all verbal basketball

Off the glass smash your jaw, to fast for y'all

You might take a nasty fall

Trying to stick with the prehistoric passenger

(foul ball) ah ref 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



Full court press, hands in your chest

Running cause I'm a rebel with the ghetto connects

No fouls just checks

Make a brother sweat

Work for yours to earn my reject (get it out of here)

Attack from the rear, y'all Niger's ain't nothing but some bitch ass queers

I'll be in your ear, increase the fear, rippen 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

Invision it 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 pivit threw the lane

Three hundred and sixty peoples behind my back

I'll take your monkey ass to the rack like jerry stack



I'm sought by most recruiters and heavily recommended stroken your best shooter

there lower their verbal percentage

Has taken its toll, 24-second clock control, stopen this obstacle impossible

I was the #1 block project inner city prospect

Now that's something that you can believe, So be it

Whether pro or collegiate, the hit but don't miss the primetime the offense, swish



Y'all can't ball, y'all can't ball you 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 height

My lines go base line 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 plant my foot in the pavement with the brothers were raised with played with and

break danced 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 medifores in the air like a condor, hey yo what you out for

Hey yo I'm out for the whole score

With 22 seconds for me to wreck, I can't win for losing with this cheating ass ref



My squads 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 about 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 demand when my words play sports



Coming through your lane with pure skills so stand clear

Vocal charge is a mirage I still stand here

Dam near, make your shit look soft like Pam Grear fans cheer for the paragraph Bill

Lambere



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 black top 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 globe trotter, malicious vicious

dunks I'm Vince Carter



And it's the high draft pick flashin it head fakes, still can penetrate, slightly over

weight, but whatever it takes my shot can elevate no pain no gain for the brothers

with no game



it's all over