The Game Lyrics - Quality Control - Jurassic 5

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 finesse 

No fouls just checks, make the brother sweat 

Word for y'all to earn my reject 

Get it out of here, attack from the rear 

Ya'll niggas ain't 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 block project in the city prospect 

Now that's 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 breakdance 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 

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 

Malicious, vicious dunks, I'm Vince Carter 

And it's the high draft pick, flashin' it hair face 

Still can penetrate and slightly overweight 

But whatever it takes my shot can elevate 

No pain, no gain for the brothers with no game