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[Slug] Yo yo yo... I wish that I had something to say That could wipe that smile right off of your face Here take my hand pretend you know my man Blame it all on the game, blame it all on the game [Sample] (???) is a thing that we love So here's another one to get jealous of...do it Ja!(?) [Slug] So put your hand up if you remember the Juice Crew They don't make em' like they used to This supposed to be the new school? Your guns are aimless, songs are nameless How long you been famous? I claim this region to hundred-mile radius Twin Cities' flavors RhymeSayers got the tastiest And you can hate me, it's part of the territory As long as you know it's impossible to ignore me From middle fingers to hugs, tofu to the drugs The fights fist(?), might as well just take pictures of Slug And live out your own life to the fullest Why(?while?) you starin' at my feet when you're standin' in this bullshit? You could never learn how to ride a bike without balance So what's the point of trying to grab the mic without talents Go get your brakes looked at, you fuckin' fake hood rat Wanna be the basement's greatest? Too late, already took that! Father knows best, but Father knows stress But Father needs love, a back rub, and some rest Damn he could use a good home cooked meal Been burnin' both ends since he broke the seal Up, up and away, watch him take off Give himself a little hell and quit the day job And ignite the sunlight, tryin' to write about life About faith, break the fear, and you're here till the plight(?) [Chorus] And I wish that I had something to say That could wipe that smile right off of your face Here take my hand pretend you know my name And blame it all on the game, blame it all on the game [Slug] Cat's be walkin' into the spot like they own it Wearin' a face that they should save for they opponents With the shoelaces tied, too wasted to drive Either way I've arrived to bless this place with my vibe Yeah right, my vibe ain't even cool I sit in the corner and drink until I slur and drool The t-shirt says shoot pool, not people Kill time, not life, grab the mic and let the beat go (Beat go beat go beat go) But that's good for me, It's hard to hide a magic card when you wear a short sleeve Force feed what I've got when they not hungry Tryin' to replace everything that they ripped off from me Below(?) the tummy, and choke the dummy theory Beat the point dead until these folks hear me clearly Keep it all simple, a simplistic intricate(?) Rebuild the robots with bigger tits and little fists Reprogram(?), a world full of slow jams Grab the prize and clutch it tight with both hands Why go (???) talk Anyone that calls this fall off(?) can suck my balls off I ain't goin' nowhere, I'm still here, right here Same spot that I stood when you first woke up The same guy that grabbed the mic and made your girl wanna fuck The same MC still runnin' on an empty tank of luck [Chorus] And I wish that I had something to say That could wipe that smile right off of your face Here take my hand, pretend you know my name And blame it all on the game, blame it all on the game And I wish that I had something to say That could wipe that smile right off of your face Come here take my hand, pretend you know..know..know Blame it all on the game (Blame it all on the game) [x10] [Sample] Because of the beats other rhymes, when in fact it did (?whole line?) |
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