[Intro: Raekwon]
NBA Finals 1992 MJ "The Shrug" sample
Wall to wall, that's my word
(The official adventures of)
I own approximately... everythin' you got
The verdict – that's right...
[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Yo! Call me the black champion, Guess down, wanna test now?
So let's grab the MAC and vest, bless him if he stressed out
Amazin', blazin' Purple Haze spaceships
Blazin' Asians in Mercedes Benz stations
Yo! Movin' through the tavern, guns that burn, sons that learn
Stabbin' an intern, corporate book of words
Isotoners, Motorola's, gun reloaders, broads with rollers
Moët, lens stolers, Lex glowers who owe us
Call up Commissionary Gordon
"Son, go warn the Warden that the lord is back, rollin' with his sword again"
Mixtape, masturbation mate, rate plates, ice traits
Guns with bitches jumpin' outta white cakes
It's on, for real! Indeed, Lex Leonato
Shells that's hollow, six whipper through the 52 globe of horror
Carry the stainless steel armor
Nurture the church avenue drama, yo
African gold from Ghana
Puffin' these marijuanas, make Allah catch Alzheimer's
Feedin' bread to birds, yellin' "Fuck old timers!"
[Chorus: Raekwon]
It's called game, it'll get ya life killed, game recognize
Right wills, game, slight chills, thangs stay the same – game
Subliminary mills, smash grills, night chills
Regardless of what? Pa, things won't be the same gain
It'll get ya life killed, game recognize
Right wills, game, slight chills, thangs stay the same – game
Subliminary mills, smash grills, night chills
Mic skills, baby pa, won't be the same game
(Check this out, one-two!)
(Yeah-yeah! This is me, P, no doubt)
[Verse 2: Prodigy]
Segregate those fake palms
Separate the bullshit from the authentic
Vintage rhyme division got the globe listenin'
My rap scroll belittled your goals and visions
Prohibition got my whole block pissin' Christian
One-fifty-one, dunn'll have you off-balance walkin'
Don't let your emotions get involved, talkin' to the wrong culprit
The killer be the soft spoken
So what's ya intentions? You wanna glow for the moment?
Throw in your two pennies, then you boltin'?
I rock for the few chosen who got they third minds open
Write a page that'll engage war and incite fights
Be on the look for the bright lights and North winds
The trumpets be the mics, shit size malevolent
You don't belong in my eyesight
P's a powerful soldier of the light
And things won't be the same again
It's over!
[Chorus: Raekwon]
It's called game, it'll get ya life killed, game recognize
Right wills, game, slight chills, thangs stay the same – game
Subliminary mills, smash grills, night chills
Regardless of what? Pa, things won't be the same gain
It'll get ya life killed, game recognize
Right wills, game, slight chills, thangs stay the same – game
(You're all up in the game and don't deserve to be... be... be...)
[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]
MC Ultra, high-brolic bank roll alcohol vulture
Garlic balls diced to shield the okra
Tally-ho pitty-pat Backgammon pro
Pink salmon, five spring rolls, know me, you love my intro
Half a face, wig sewed together like Manhattan Chase
Lookin' like snatchin' the place, check behind the drapes
Castor Troy layin' for Travolta, mic gun pump
Layin' on the floor, Clark's bleedin' watermelon chunks
Hold up! Sprinkle the hash, Tony chap-stick
Snatch RZA last piece of fish right off the glass dish
Butter roll beads, bagel tracks, wavy hair DATS
Lay it down straw hat style, Butterball crown
Time Life investments, when broke I wrote the Old Testament
Crashed domes now perform excellence
Words with the President, brunch with Yeltsin
Gorbachev under Meth nuts, he out in Belgium
Six and a half monkeys, twelve Nazis
Four disappear, three ate two, one flash in thin air
God's replica, no wheel drive, motionless, mind cresica
Tilt the hat like Esther
[Chorus: Raekwon]
It's called game, it'll get ya life killed, game recognize
Right wills, game, slight chills, thangs stay the same – game
Subliminary mills, smash grills, night chills
Regardless of what? Pa, things won't be the same gain
It'll get ya life killed, game recognize
Right wills, game, slight chills, thangs stay the same – game
Subliminary mills, smash grills, night chills
Mic skills, baby pa, won't be the same game
[Verse 4: Pete Rock]
Aiyo, I rumble into action, son, I'm right on target
Legendary status with the way the track started
It's on, at any second with the high stakes
Drama, the game's teeth sharp like piranhas
There's a million style biters who try to create
Make no mistake — real niggas challenge the fake!
Most valuable SP-1200 gold medals
Rae, Prodigy, Ghost rhyme professional
The original Pete Rock is like 'Soul On Ice'
Dynamite with the mic device
Now roll the dice (Word), for the game of death (Uh!)
Snake eyes, baby pa, the Boy Wonder's a threat!
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