Testi Soundtracks :: S

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

Playing to survive

Aiming to win anyway 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

No fouls just checks, make a brother sweat

Word for y'all to earn my reject

Get it out of here, attack from the rear

Ya'll niggas aint nothin 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 concrete 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 percentage

It's takin its toll, 24-second clock control

Stoppin this obstacle, impossible

I was the number one ?? project in the city

Prospect, now thats 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 hits 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 win

I can't win for losin with this cheatin ass ref



[Clip from Laker game]



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, 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

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 fool 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

Still can penetrate and slightly overweight

But whatever it takes my shot can elevate

No pain, no gain for the brothers with no game