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  • Текст песни Statik Selektah feat. Lecrae, Termanology, Posdnuos of De La Soul - Game Break

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    If the game shakes me or breaks me, I hope that
    It makes me a better man, take a better stance

    Look
    This song's dedicated to all the kind of Gs that seem mis-educated
    A young Malcolm Red got up out of his prison bed
    Said "I'ma leave a mark on this world when I'm dead"
    X marks the spot
    A lot of clowns get shot
    But they living for nothing when he died for a lot
    From the blocks to the prison
    Many have risen and lead
    But I can't get a job cause they be testing my peace
    Man, I keep it real I got tired of calling in sick
    Waiting for an A&R to come and find me in the sticks
    Ain't had the money for school, so I applied for scholarships
    From black and Indian roots, it's amazing what you get
    Was I wonderfully crafted to piss and pay taxes
    Made a reflective master and lay on the mad tricks, get up, get out
    Get something man, cultivate a creation
    Don't blame it on your lack of education
    Go to church, go to school, Walk the earth, watch the news
    Type a person that hates what he learns called a fool
    Type a person that don't want to work called skinny
    Type of person that learns and applies I call winning
    You were wired to be hungry for more than what you currently are
    But you spoiled your appetite on these mediocre bars
    Mediocre stars is all they shooting for
    It's a wonder why we rarely get far

    She got Bette Davis eyes, Phyllis Diller grill
    The game that she's name is such a killer ville!
    Killed to be killed, you might end up in a dirt
    With no guarantee to end up on a shirt
    Made to work hard up until the coffin
    So when you're hard at work, you don't get to see death's cousin often
    But why rest? When the rest of the world is like yo
    Grown man, you need to drop up some pearls!
    Them legends from the ground up pulled me through school
    Had me run up on stage and look 'em dead in they eyes
    Known to do the same, school the newest to the games
    So when they run up on stage they look 'em dead in they eye
    Phone and I'm known as a vet.
    We don't take kindly to some old school title around the neck
    Challenge the game herself to a game of wealth
    She laughed and gave me money, but I kept my fame on stealth
    Quiet money still money and we talk tall
    She got her face dolled up, white nose all on froze lines
    The snow crawled up in the calm
    They claim they dope, stay shot up in the arm
    The B. Manilow be the handle though
    They say that we made it
    But the low part check it your dated
    But if the game shakes me or breaks me
    A better man, I will become 'til the day I will be done

    Uh, it's too much ice grilling with eyes closed
    It's too much ice work and fly clothes
    We gotta get our priorities in order
    Before we go and order another pair of Jordans
    Cause I got a daughter, she fine, she taken care of this time
    Or is just another D minus you get for always lying
    Can you go and put it behind us?
    So what you trying to find?
    I ain't trying to say I'm perfect, but I sure am trying
    One thing about me, feel the music in my soul
    Could have changed up, could have went the wrong road
    Seen the door opened, could have seen the door closed
    Could have seen the cup empty, but I've seen the cup full
    Now that the tank full, man, where you wanna go?
    I ain't gotta sell records for my heart to go, go
    Learn that while you're young, save a lot of heart break
    Drop jewels on your son, listen to what mom say
    Son, first was the apostle second was the prophet
    Third was the teacher, now they all watch him
    Try to be peaceful, man I'm just trying to live
    Cause Lord knows I had problems at my momma crib.
    Life had me stuck, oh, making dollars there
    But the dollars I was chasing, they was counterfeit
    So bogus, living your life hopeless
    Up against the ropes just trying to stay focused
    While I'm on this Earth, I'mma try to progress
    I know a lot of men that's rich, but they know less
    But since I guaged being rich with health, god, fam
    My friends and my fans, I'mma die a rich man!
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