Game Theory Lyrics - Game Theory - The Roots

This is a game 

I'm your specimen. 

This is a game 

I'm your specimen. 

This is a game 

I'm your specimen. 

This is a game 

I'm your specimen. 

You've got to let me know baby 

So I can go, I'd have to fake it 

I could not make it 

You could not take it. 

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Yeah, where I'm a start it at, look I'm a part of that 

Downtown Philly where it's realer than a heart attack 

It wasn't really that ill until the start of crack 

Now it's a body caught every night on the Almanac 

Rock bottom where them cops gotta problem at 

Where them outsiders gettin' popped for they wallet at 

I had nothin' but I made somethin' outta that 

Now I'm the first out the limo like Charlie Mack 

From 215 it's him the livest one 

& he's representin' Philly to the fullest 

Blacks the realest 

You can't touch him & not for nothin' 

If you 'about Hip-Hop then you gots to love it 

If not then fuck it 

I'm still handlin' 

Smokin' more reefer than Redman & them damagin' MC's 

& my name's Rick Gees you endangered species 

For what I do I'm about to up the fees 

I'm paperchase motivated I ain't the one to play with 

These cats get set ablaze 

You can't have it y'all way but I'd rather parlay 

Just smoke O.G. & get cabbage all day 

The way thought play causes your main thing to say 

Your style so splendid you 'about your business 

You arousin' my interests 

You sharper than a Shogun 

You know the way it go, huh, game. Know what I'm talkin' 'about? 

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This is a game 

& I'm your specimen. 

You've got to let me know baby 

So I can go, I'd have to fake it 

I could not make it 

You could not take it. 

Hus, that's short for hustlers 

We Black Inc Raw Life productions 

Tryin' to find our spots amongst the ruckus 

& be sucker free, flea chumps & busters 

Man yeah, Get 'em hus, get 'em hus, get 'em hus. 

Hey yo I'm tryin' to get it at any cost so it's no remorse 

When I'm blastin' off like you been askin' for it 

When Black step in the doors all hats is off 

Your hands up in the air goin' back & forth 

I'm about ready for a classic massacre 

I'll make it hotter than when Shaft in Africa 

Jump outta a black Porshe huffin' a fat cigar 

Night ridin' on 'em like my last name Hasselhoff 

Voted unlikely to succeed 'cause my class was full of naysayers, cheaters & thieves 

All it gave me was a good enough reason to leave 

& put the writin' on the wall for y'all to read it & weep 

'Cause I'm the force of the Lord, the rage of hell 

You'd rather head for the hills & save yourselves 

My Man rip drums like He ringin' the bells 

The King of the Realm you seen Him do His thing in a film 

Come on. 

Hus, that's short for hustlers 

We Black Inc Raw Life productions 

Tryin' to find our spots amongst the ruckus 

& be sucker free, flea chumps & busters 

Man yeah, Get 'em hus, get 'em hus, get 'em hus. 

Dreams when M16's with infrared beams 

Blowin' up presidents' cribs with cans of kerosene 

Highjack the limousine with a strategic routine 

Then blast my enemy's head for the Caribbean 

Militant guerilla camp is ready for war 

Lay your corner face down, place down your jewels cash & .44 

When I score prepare for toture 

Fuck around & make your town Warsaw 

I'm from Illadel the land where the killers dwell 

My technique is to ambush you guerilla style 

My instinct is of a killer whale bang you up from head to toe 

With lyrics I pack like a 9 millimal 

My types subliminal mentality switched to criminal 

Importing heroin internash from Senegal 

A soldier takes a stripes from a general 

Used the mike of iron or led 

You choose your mineral. 

This is a game 

& I'm your specimen. 

You've got to let me know baby 

So I can go, I'd have to fake it 

I could not make it 

You could not take it.