Name Of The Game Lyrics - Reflection Eternal - Talib Kweli

The name of the game is 

Persistence, dedication 

Consistent, motivation, resistance to stagnation to information 

Distribute it free to the entire population 

No hesitation, makin' it public, no privatization from corporations 

Today, in order to be sane 

You gotta go crazy so remain on top of the game 

And master your universe like you was He-Man 

See me and Hi Tek knock you out de frame while I'm stimulatin' de brain 

In de 'Train Of Thought', that's the name of the Reflection Eternal LP man 

Ain't nuttin' new except organic produce, that means that's free range 

You might see me on MTV, BET or still up on the D-train 

It's just everybody else be seemin' strange in they approach 

I see these guys and read they eyes, need to disguise and so I cloak 

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Into a cloud of smoke 

I brown a roach to keep myself from soundin' loc' 

Destroy they hopes of hatin', don't move aboard 

Before they rock the boat 

Yo, it's not the dope 

These snakes will come in peace to slit your throat 

Give you compliments, with a promise yet 

To get me heated and provoke me 

To be rockin' shit, shove apocalypse down your esophagus 

So, swallow that 

Guess what you could be coppin' that N'kiru Books 

For fifteen dollars, flat 

Cats who spit knowledge on tracks 

And get bumped out the back of Impalas 

And Cadillacs all my live Cincinatti Bearcats, holla back 

Tomorrow they gonna wanna borrow raps like 

"C'mon black, I'll pay you back" 

I ain't no lyrical ATM even though I'm nice and I'm a mack 

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Better believe that, leave that crack alone 

And you see that there microphone 

Ain't no place to work your self-esteem issues 

Do that shit when you alone 

Nigga, you is grown, why is you still suckin' on that pacifier? 

Quickly call that ass a liar, exposin' you's my last desire 

Olympic skills so pass the fire, I roll with niggaz that match attire 

Black aware, that's filled with gas but rollin' on flat ass tires 

Yo, with that, yo, yo, you know what? Yo, yo 

Yo, I got a special guest, lil' Baby Tone, Tone, tell 'em what's up 

What's up? [Incomprehensible] 

True 

Yo, we 'bout to be out, tell 'em peace out, Tone 

Peace out, yeah, what, what, Baby Tone, what? 

What?