How the Game's PLAYED VERSE ! Yo Who sets the pace in this madness? the marathon we all be on, damn sure less about the race but the pastures, the Green keep them snakes low, slitherin faster and we all know how it feel to be grassed up. We movin on past ya though, Like this aint a cruise but it's casual,  The (OW)Medics show we done our homework on the anecdote Movin more covert operation gradual,  Underground sound this the creaks from the Casket Yo And where the crassness comin from? where they learn their craft,  these cats turn their backs like "scratch it homes!" start fuckin with that new shit, as it goes,  what they produce is "old news" like wrappin vagabonds! -on ya park benches, nothin more than a first glance  if you ain't dancin when the purse strings pinch tryna advance, without the instinct  to speak on ya own behalf, and think 'fore ya ink sink! VS2/  Yo shits real, but this.hollywood bull  Keep these kids actin ill like they rolled up on their big wheel, Flashing lights how they set their sights, big scrill Sirens ain't go off till they realize that they fixed still Tryna rise like the cream, but the crop, leave em outside the pic unseen from the shot,  Generic got em this far, but the drawbacks the spot, That you filled just as easy to refill once ya blow ya shot! Then you back up on the. Block, starting to see the same patterns, The fame drops and the pain fattens, Chasin shots in the same taverns, And Watchin Raindrops pourin on them strays in the same avenues So try not to confuse it What you want really? the club biddies or a legacy producin,  You- tryna fit in but the "Era" that You (k)New then  Ain't tight no more, you just generic and a loose end! Cos I don't know why, they always tryna tell me It won't change nothin, Just "the way the games played" to stay frontin, they too afraid to fail so don't say somethin, But we stay pushin buttons! 

The INTERMISSION Stop what ya doin feel the rhythm. Nod to the tune an kill ya vision, Check the 1 into the 2 let's do the division. And slow it down, this intermission. Stop what ya doing, feel the rhythm Nod to the tune and kill ya vision keep it movin, assumin the position when you slow it down VERSE 1: Why is it we find religion when we either dyin or wishin? Resigned to bitchin - or we just to high an we trippin, Off that moonshine, thatll turn divine into wisdom, And we grow teeth so if there's beef we get to rippin We lettin shit slide but mostly it's our ambitions, We full of shit homie but we ain't checkin emissions, We get paid, get laid and sleep in repetition, And the dent we make in o-zone layers changing conditions. The plus Side is that we doin our own division, Minus all those that make equality a mission, Indigenous tribes gettin overtaken and ridden, And if you let ur pride stand in the way you get imprisoned. see it ain't livin baby, if the "live" ain't a given, strugglin to survive as a victim of the system, see the prism's that we livin in feelin more like a prison, and the weekends just feel like a fuckin intermission! VERSE 2: yo How is it we store our anger, bottle frustation, until it worsens, then it most cases go to races at wronger persons Take it personal like first name basis to clerks an, "let's toast" to the way we gon stay hatin & cursin cos we be soakin pressure like nightcaps with the bourbon, our wages don't pay dividents to letters from the surgeon, my General warnin to anyone who into servin, protect me from Capitalization then insurgents cos Afghani's smirkin, while we be diggin dirt an there's panties get pulled, ironically it's these jerks in the Offices we payin to stay savin our earth -an instead they raisin the taxes to stay makin us work, and they stay pavin the earth, so we aint takin diversions, now you can play it straight but ima stay dodgin and swervin, i hate to say it but we in the deep end, submerged an we needa practice the art of emersion VERSE:3 it always seems the rare occasions, often add some air of Amazin, Cos we hate the norm an stayin the same like there adjacent, Fighting for change, in both senses of the phrase in- Change in better days, and for just plain jane change man, Cos we all tryna see the pay check wage surveyed an Make like the back of ya neck and catch a straight raise an, Current events, Reflected on till the days fadin, It's either sink or swim but why can't it be plain sailin! Cos Some of usll just sit back to the serenading , To the intermissions like music playin when elevation, Some of us are just honed in to the bare equation, The rest strayin from problems Cuttin on their abrasions, Despairing nations, fearin all these air invasions, The sarah palins, And the beef that's been marinatin, The innovations, that's leadin to the panic stations And renovations that's needed should we dare to make 'em!

Still.LUVIN HOOK Cos common said he used to love hearin every rhyme, and im still lovin you! IT'S HIPHOP and some desert her at the drop of every dime and im still lovin you! IT'S HIPHOP And some curse ya but you always on my mind and im still lovin you! IT'S HIPHOP I ain't rap shit, just bare intertwined and im still lovin you! IT'S HIPHOP VERSE Now lotsa wrappers have compared Hip-Hop to a bitch, Common did it, Nas did it, i'll stay true to tradit-ion Say it's too short goin through life with you mission and like "Too Short" i'm married to the Game through affliction, see the way the world treat her sometimes is cold, other genres quick to take pops, throw rocks then roll she ain't as maintained so pockets ain't as lined with gold but her beautys found inside her soul in the eye of beholders, so i first flirted, grew closer, took her back to mine, not tryna move slower, got too intense to keep her on the side for long, though i knew the deal, had to cash in on those piled coupons, i wasn't punkin nobody, just in her trance every show mami, she showed me everythin i know, like the ropes properly never stop askin questions i'm no zombie, Stay true & concious so relations grow fondly! VERSE See our relationship ain't needin no labels to bind, i'm tyin this together layin down some fables n' rhymes, some are paperless, free unlike our days on the grind, taste like potato chips, mixin up the flavour some times savourin the best memories, though Spendin days watchin you diggin in crates, Hittin breaks hearin ya melodies, Lovin how your elegance would seamlessly flow, Late nights drives witcha weren't just needless ya know. I had to blow off steam, And you stuck with me helped me grow up a teen, Through nightmares, cos it weren't all a dream, And as I've got older, I ain't ceased recalling those scenes never played out, each time rediscover the feeling So everytime we get to chill n unwind Light a j, sink a brew, or just begin a new rhyme, I think of tunes that got me through and molded me into shape, The diff between you and the others' is baby I can always relate! TO HIP HOP! Yeah see cos, I feel like a lotta others ain't on the same wavelength with this, Don't appreciate you for what I know you are, Just see you for what others say you are, They don't look deeper than that, But I know where you came from, and I love you for it. Ima take care of you!

One way train VERS 1 : i'm keepin this in mind, everytime i'm layin down a verse, first - go off instinct, 2nd make sure it works, 3rd keep it diverse, cos no one likin the same old shit, fuck bitches, (Grab dick) Gold Chain, Oh shit wait, apparently that's all that we playin? guess i gotta adapt, tone down the rap for the Lames, turned off at the mains, yeah i guess you could say it, cos the talents dryin up fast like been evaporated, But son, i'm here to represent the backlash, make you feel my impact like you react steppin on cracked glass leakin blood sweat & beers, knock 'em back fast, Like I switch the gears, clutch the mic, step on that gas! Hit em with it - it's either in one, Ear, out the other while some appreciate the sum, we all equal in the eyes of father and the son, But when the holy ghost on ya only the hardest'll get It done Verse 2: These are strange times in a strange world, to say the least, When will we cease? Waitin till we lay deceased, to rest in peace, no pay increase! We put it to rights, over these pints, we consumin - online shoppin, On time boppin how we doin? For time? -don't wait for no man, Ya can't freeze Shit to manipulate it, this ain't snowman, Goin whack with carrot we love gold plated, Everythin! gold plaques, go black gold baby! Try to rig it up when most ain't got a clue, you need to master the plan, and execute from ya point of view cos Bill Got a blow, but Bush fucked it! - but how we know? when so many say Fuck Bush when we all know he never give a fuck bitch! and never gave us much to clutch on to besides Skies in New York with No trade above it, Surprised fox didn't put it on pay per view, Stay tuned for what they gonna do to get the ratings through! HOOK: Sayin Yeah - we on a one way train, tryna maintain in this game and take aim! Blam! - some tuck gats to make change, some cats just don't react and lay slain! Sayin -Yeah - we on a one way train, Some Remain some run off the tracks to stay sane, Blaat! - Some of these cats just ain't playin, Some cats just don't react (and layy slaiiin) Verse 3: BS that's what we want? shit, cos we stockin up on that like we scared of attack an imminent nuclear war, livin the sheltered life, it's ain't bunker hill, but we caught up in the battle of what don't fit n what will? like out with the old n in with the new, i'm in the booth, some into bein tennents, an payin in lieu, maybe if all of us followed examples and paid their dues, we'd find appreciation, insteada findin the easy routes sippin that crazy juice baby most be poli-tickin - along claiming expenses for the journey like ya politician tryna ride into distance without a pot to piss in, so we pissin down drains cos the pots a missin, when it's pissin down with rain nothin matter much, we on a one way train of shoots & ladders such n all of Poppa's wisdom don't stop the battles cuhhz, don't make a smurfin difference which way you add em up!