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Full court press, hands in your chest\nRunnin' cause I'm a rebel with the ghetto?\nNo fouls just checks, make a brother sweat\nWord for y'all to earn my reject\nGet it out of here, attack from the rear\nYa'll niggas ain't nothin' but some bitch ass queers\nI'll be in your ear, increase the fear\nRippin' with the shears as the crowd just cheers\n\nBring on the opposition\nCause my position is to shut you down\nAs the basketball pounds on the parquet floor\nEnvisioning moves to freak brothers every which way\nDominating like Doc J.\nPass me the rock, I know just what to do with it\nIt's real vivid, I pivot, through the lane\nThree hundred and sixty behind my back\nI take your monkey ass to the rack like Jerry Stack\n\nI'm sought by most recruiters and heavily recommended\nStickin' your best shooters they lower verbal percentage\nIs takin' its toll, 24-second clock control\nStoppin' this obstacle, impossible\nI was the number one block project inner city\nProspect, now that's something that you can believe\nSo be it, whether pro or collegiate, the hit but don't miss\nPrime time the offense, swish\n\nY'all can't ball, Y'all can't ball\nYo ref, where's the tech? Man, make the call\nThe game is gettin' tight, verbal victory's in sight\nWhat counts is what you write not concerned about the hype\nMy rhymes go baseline so why you tryin' to take mine?\nLast man tried just died inside the paint line\nI bank rhymes, got a call so I flex\nI'm on the foul line with a few verses left\nWhen my flow hits the net, the next brother flex\n\nI put my foot in the pavement\nWith the brothers I'm raised with\nPlay with and break dance back in the days with\nAnd still in the game with 12 points, 4 assists\nGet up in the game, in your face like swish\nCrash the boards with metaphors\nIn the air like a condor\nAiyyo what you out for?\nYo I'm out for the whole score\n22 flat seconds for me to win\nI can't win for losin' with this cheatin' ass ref\n\nMy squad's supreme\nSo I don't need Clyde or The Dream\nNext time you play the game boy pick a better team\nYour choice is short when you on a concrete court\nBut my mental cohorts is bout to change the whole sport\n\nGive me the pill boy, crossover with the skills\nWrap around pass, fly right past your grill\nTake off from half court, in some J5 shorts\nThe rap band with the man when my words play sports\n\nComin' through your lane, with pure skills so stand clear\nVocal charge is a mirage, I still stand here\nDamn near, make your shit look soft like Pam Grier\nFans cheer for the paragraph Bill Laimbeer\n\nShow me the rock, so I can show these fool what I got\n(He's heating up) Fuck that, I'm flaming hot\nVerbally take you to the blacktop, and wreck shop\nTurn my game up a notch, pass me the rock\n\n1 on 1, 3 on 3, 5 on 5, horse, 21\nIt really don't matter cause son you'll still get done\nYo you should know better than try to barter with this globetrotter\nMalicious, vicious dunks, I'm Vince Carter\n\nAnd it's the high draft pick, flashin' it\nStill can penetrate and slightly overweight\nBut whatever it takes my shot can elevate\nNo pain, no gain for the brothers with no game","syncedLyrics":"[00:21.35] The Game\n[00:25.13] Playing to survive\n[00:27.02] Aiming to win anyway they can\n[00:33.67] Yo, yo\n[00:34.17] Pass the ball, final casting call\n[00:36.05] First of all, verbal basketball\n[00:37.97] Off the glass, smash your jaw\n[00:39.57] Too fast for y'all\n[00:40.78] You might take a nasty fall\n[00:41.96] Trying to stick with the prehistoric passenger\n[00:44.35] (Foul Ball)\n[00:45.34] All breath, no physical contact\n[00:47.53] Bounce back, demonstrate invincible bomb raps\n[00:49.24] Not no hustler no player or speakin' no crime crap\n[00:51.43] I'm vocally trying to score before my time lapse\n[00:54.17] Uh! Full court press, hands in your chest\n[00:56.55] Runnin' cause I'm a rebel with the ghetto?\n[00:59.15] No fouls just checks, make a brother sweat\n[01:01.64] Word for y'all to earn my reject\n[01:04.37] Get it out of here, attack from the rear\n[01:06.46] Ya'll niggas ain't nothin' but some bitch ass queers\n[01:08.86] I'll be in your ear, increase the fear\n[01:11.48] Rippin' with the shears as the crowd just cheers\n[01:13.65] Bring on the opposition\n[01:14.95] Cause my position is to shut you down\n[01:16.77] As the basketball pounds on the parquet floor\n[01:19.35] Envisioning moves to freak brothers every which way\n[01:21.92] Dominating like Doc J.\n[01:23.75] Pass me the rock, I know just what to do with it\n[01:26.56] It's real vivid, I pivot, through the lane\n[01:29.09] Three hundred and sixty behind my back\n[01:30.94] I take your monkey ass to the rack like Jerry Stack\n[01:33.44] I'm sought by most recruiters and heavily recommended\n[01:37.45] Stickin' your best shooters they lower verbal percentage\n[01:40.36] Is takin' its toll, 24-second clock control\n[01:41.75] Stoppin' this obstacle, impossible\n[01:43.23] I was the number one block project inner city\n[01:47.14] Prospect, now that's something that you can believe\n[01:48.43] So be it, whether pro or collegiate, the hit but don't miss\n[01:50.84] Prime time the offense, swish\n[01:53.53] Y'all can't ball, Y'all can't ball\n[01:55.65] Yo ref, where's the tech? Man, make the call\n[01:57.80] The game is gettin' tight, verbal victory's in sight\n[02:00.47] What counts is what you write not concerned about the hype\n[02:02.82] My rhymes go baseline so why you tryin' to take mine?\n[02:05.48] Last man tried just died inside the paint line\n[02:07.84] I bank rhymes, got a call so I flex\n[02:10.54] I'm on the foul line with a few verses left\n[02:13.15] When my flow hits the net, the next brother flex\n[02:15.17] I put my foot in the pavement\n[02:16.65] With the brothers I'm raised with\n[02:17.93] Play with and break dance back in the days with\n[02:19.88] And still in the game with 12 points, 4 assists\n[02:22.42] Get up in the game, in your face like swish\n[02:24.96] Crash the boards with metaphors\n[02:26.44] In the air like a condor\n[02:27.68] Aiyyo what you out for?\n[02:28.84] Yo I'm out for the whole score\n[02:30.15] 22 flat seconds for me to win\n[02:32.24] I can't win for losin' with this cheatin' ass ref\n[02:54.74] My squad's supreme\n[02:55.58] So I don't need Clyde or The Dream\n[02:57.03] Next time you play the game boy pick a better team\n[02:59.23] Your choice is short when you on a concrete court\n[03:01.73] But my mental cohorts is bout to change the whole sport\n[03:04.04] Give me the pill boy, crossover with the skills\n[03:06.15] Wrap around pass, fly right past your grill\n[03:09.45] Take off from half court, in some J5 shorts\n[03:11.85] The rap band with the man when my words play sports\n[03:13.97] Comin' through your lane, with pure skills so stand clear\n[03:16.35] Vocal charge is a mirage, I still stand here\n[03:18.95] Damn near, make your shit look soft like Pam Grier\n[03:21.35] Fans cheer for the paragraph Bill Laimbeer\n[03:23.83] Show me the rock, so I can show these fool what I got\n[03:26.46] (He's heating up) Fuck that, I'm flaming hot\n[03:29.01] Verbally take you to the blacktop, and wreck shop\n[03:31.23] Turn my game up a notch, pass me the rock\n[03:33.97] 1 on 1, 3 on 3, 5 on 5, horse, 21\n[03:36.57] It really don't matter cause son you'll still get done\n[03:38.63] Yo you should know better than try to barter with this globetrotter\n[03:42.73] Malicious, vicious dunks, I'm Vince Carter\n[03:43.88] And it's the high draft pick, flashin' it\n[03:45.63] Still can penetrate and slightly overweight\n[03:48.29] But whatever it takes my shot can elevate\n[03:50.87] No pain, no gain for the brothers with no game\n[04:00.95] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Game\n  artist: Jurassic 5\n  album: Quality Control\n  duration_ms: 274000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: The Game\n  start_ms: 21350\n  end_ms: 25130\n- text: Playing to survive\n  start_ms: 25130\n  end_ms: 27020\n- text: Aiming to win anyway they can\n  start_ms: 27020\n  end_ms: 33670\n- text: Yo, yo\n  start_ms: 33670\n  end_ms: 34170\n- text: Pass the ball, final casting call\n  start_ms: 34170\n  end_ms: 36050\n- text: First of all, verbal basketball\n  start_ms: 36050\n  end_ms: 37970\n- text: Off the glass, smash your jaw\n  start_ms: 37970\n  end_ms: 39570\n- text: Too fast for y'all\n  start_ms: 39570\n  end_ms: 40780\n- text: You might take a nasty fall\n  start_ms: 40780\n  end_ms: 41960\n- text: Trying to stick with the prehistoric passenger\n  start_ms: 41960\n  end_ms: 44350\n- text: (Foul Ball)\n  start_ms: 44350\n  end_ms: 45340\n- text: All breath, no physical contact\n  start_ms: 45340\n  end_ms: 47530\n- text: Bounce back, demonstrate invincible bomb raps\n  start_ms: 47530\n  end_ms: 49240\n- text: Not no hustler no player or speakin' no crime crap\n  start_ms: 49240\n  end_ms: 51430\n- text: I'm vocally trying to score before my time lapse\n  start_ms: 51430\n  end_ms: 54170\n- text: Uh! 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Full court press, hands in your chest\n  Runnin' cause I'm a rebel with the ghetto?\n  No fouls just checks, make a brother sweat\n  Word for y'all to earn my reject\n  Get it out of here, attack from the rear\n  Ya'll niggas ain't nothin' but some bitch ass queers\n  I'll be in your ear, increase the fear\n  Rippin' with the shears as the crowd just cheers\n\n  Bring on the opposition\n  Cause my position is to shut you down\n  As the basketball pounds on the parquet floor\n  Envisioning moves to freak brothers every which way\n  Dominating like Doc J.\n  Pass me the rock, I know just what to do with it\n  It's real vivid, I pivot, through the lane\n  Three hundred and sixty behind my back\n  I take your monkey ass to the rack like Jerry Stack\n\n  I'm sought by most recruiters and heavily recommended\n  Stickin' your best shooters they lower verbal percentage\n  Is takin' its toll, 24-second clock control\n  Stoppin' this obstacle, impossible\n  I was the number one block project inner city\n  Prospect, now that's something that you can believe\n  So be it, whether pro or collegiate, the hit but don't miss\n  Prime time the offense, swish\n\n  Y'all can't ball, Y'all can't ball\n  Yo ref, where's the tech? Man, make the call\n  The game is gettin' tight, verbal victory's in sight\n  What counts is what you write not concerned about the hype\n  My rhymes go baseline so why you tryin' to take mine?\n  Last man tried just died inside the paint line\n  I bank rhymes, got a call so I flex\n  I'm on the foul line with a few verses left\n  When my flow hits the net, the next brother flex\n\n  I put my foot in the pavement\n  With the brothers I'm raised with\n  Play with and break dance back in the days with\n  And still in the game with 12 points, 4 assists\n  Get up in the game, in your face like swish\n  Crash the boards with metaphors\n  In the air like a condor\n  Aiyyo what you out for?\n  Yo I'm out for the whole score\n  22 flat seconds for me to win\n  I can't win for losin' with this cheatin' ass ref\n\n  My squad's supreme\n  So I don't need Clyde or The Dream\n  Next time you play the game boy pick a better team\n  Your choice is short when you on a concrete court\n  But my mental cohorts is bout to change the whole sport\n\n  Give me the pill boy, crossover with the skills\n  Wrap around pass, fly right past your grill\n  Take off from half court, in some J5 shorts\n  The rap band with the man when my words play sports\n\n  Comin' through your lane, with pure skills so stand clear\n  Vocal charge is a mirage, I still stand here\n  Damn near, make your shit look soft like Pam Grier\n  Fans cheer for the paragraph Bill Laimbeer\n\n  Show me the rock, so I can show these fool what I got\n  (He's heating up) Fuck that, I'm flaming hot\n  Verbally take you to the blacktop, and wreck shop\n  Turn my game up a notch, pass me the rock\n\n  1 on 1, 3 on 3, 5 on 5, horse, 21\n  It really don't matter cause son you'll still get done\n  Yo you should know better than try to barter with this globetrotter\n  Malicious, vicious dunks, I'm Vince Carter\n\n  And it's the high draft pick, flashin' it\n  Still can penetrate and slightly overweight\n  But whatever it takes my shot can elevate\n  No pain, no gain for the brothers with no game\n"},{"id":29629936,"name":"The Game","trackName":"The Game","artistName":"Jurassic 5","albumName":"Quality Control","duration":270.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The Game\nPlaying to survive\nAiming to win anyway they can\n\nYo, yo\nPass the ball, final casting call\nFirst of all, verbal basketball\nOff the glass, smash your jaw\nToo fast for y'all\nYou might take a nasty fall\nTrying to stick with the prehistoric passenger\n(Foul Ball)\nAll breath, no physical contact\nBounce back, demonstrate invincible bomb raps\nNot no hustler no player or speakin' no crime crap\nI'm vocally trying to score before my time lapse\n\nUh! Full court press, hands in your chest\nRunnin' cause I'm a rebel with the ghetto?\nNo fouls just checks, make a brother sweat\nWord for y'all to earn my reject\nGet it out of here, attack from the rear\nYa'll niggas ain't nothin' but some bitch ass queers\nI'll be in your ear, increase the fear\nRippin' with the shears as the crowd just cheers\n\nBring on the opposition\nCause my position is to shut you down\nAs the basketball pounds on the parquet floor\nEnvisioning moves to freak brothers every which way\nDominating like Doc J.\nPass me the rock, I know just what to do with it\nIt's real vivid, I pivot, through the lane\nThree hundred and sixty behind my back\nI take your monkey ass to the rack like Jerry Stack\n\nI'm sought by most recruiters and heavily recommended\nStickin' your best shooters they lower verbal percentage\nIs takin' its toll, 24-second clock control\nStoppin' this obstacle, impossible\nI was the number one block project inner city\nProspect, now that's something that you can believe\nSo be it, whether pro or collegiate, the hit but don't miss\nPrime time the offense, swish\n\nY'all can't ball, Y'all can't ball\nYo ref, where's the tech? 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Full court press, hands in your chest\n  Runnin' cause I'm a rebel with the ghetto\n  No fouls just checks, make a brother sweat\n  Word for y'all to earn my reject\n  Get it out of here, attack from the rear\n  Y'all niggas ain't nothing but some bitch ass queers\n  I'll be in your ear, increase the fear\n  Ripping with the shears as the crowd just cheers\n  Bring on the opposition\n  Cause my position is to shut you down\n  As the basketball pounds on the concrete floor\n  Envisioning moves to freak brothers every which way\n  Dominating like Doc J.\n  Pass me the rock, I know just what to do with it\n  It's real vivid, I pivot, through the lane\n  Three hundred and sixty behind my back\n  I take your monkey ass to the rack like Jerry Stack\n  I'm saw by most recruiters and heavily recommended\n  Sticking your best shooters they lower verbal percentage\n  It's taking its toll, 24-second clock control\n  Stopping this obstacle, impossible\n  I was the number one ? project in the city\n  Prospect, now that's something that you can believe\n  So be it, whether pro or collegiate, the hit but don't miss\n  Prime time the offense, switch\n  Y'all can't ball, y'all can't ball\n  Yo ref, where's the tech? Man, make the call\n  The game is getting tight verbal victories in sight\n  What counts is what you write not concerned about the hype\n  My rhymes go baseline so why you trying to take mine?\n  Last man tried just died inside the paint line\n  I bank rhymes, got a call so I flex\n  I'm on the foul line with a few verses left\n  When my flow hits the net, the next brother flex\n  I put my foot in the pavement\n  With the brothers I'm raised with\n  Play with and break dance back in the days with\n  And still in the game with 12 points, 4 assists\n  Get up in the game, in your face like swish\n  Crash the boards with metaphors\n  In the air like a concord\n  Hey yo what you out for?\n  Yo I'm out for the whole score\n  22 flat seconds for me to win\n  I can't win for losing with this cheating ass ref\n  My squad's supreme\n  So I don't need Clyde or the dream\n  Next time you play the game boy pick a better team\n  Your choice is short when you on a concrete court\n  But my mental cohorts is bout to change the whole sport\n  Give me the pill boy, crossover with the skills\n  Wrap around pass, fly right past your grill\n  Take off from half court, in some J5 shorts\n  The rap band with the man when my words play sports\n  Comin' through your lane, with pure skills so stand clear\n  Vocal charge is a mirage, I still stand here\n  Damn near, make your shit look soft like Pam Grier\n  Fans cheer for the paragraph Bill Lambier\n  Show me the rock, so I can show these fool what I got\n  (He's heating up) Fuck that, I'm flaming hot\n  Verbally take you to the blacktop, and wreck shop\n  Turn my game up a notch, pass me the rock\n  1 on 1, 3 on 3, 5 on 5, horse, 21\n  It really don't matter cause son you'll still get done\n  Yo you should know better than try to barter with this globetrotter\n  Militious, vicious dunks, I'm Vince Carter\n  And it's the high draft pick, flashing it\n  Still can penetrate and slightly overweight\n  But whatever it takes my shot can elevate\n  No pain, no gain for the brothers with no game\n"},{"id":9352520,"name":"The Game (Album Version)","trackName":"The Game (Album Version)","artistName":"Jurassic 5","albumName":"Quality Control","duration":274.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The Game\nPlaying to survive\nAiming to win anyway they can\n\nYo, yo\nPass the ball, final casting call\nFirst of all, verbal basketball\nOff the glass, smash your jaw\nToo fast for y'all\nYou might take a nasty fall\nTrying to stick with the prehistoric passenger\n(Foul Ball)\nAll breath, no physical contact\nBounce back, demonstrate invincible bomb raps\nNot no hustler no player or speakin' no crime crap\nI'm vocally trying to score before my time lapse\n\nUh! Full court press, hands in your chest\nRunnin' cause I'm a rebel with the ghetto?\nNo fouls just checks, make a brother sweat\nWord for y'all to earn my reject\nGet it out of here, attack from the rear\nYa'll niggas ain't nothin' but some bitch ass queers\nI'll be in your ear, increase the fear\nRippin' with the shears as the crowd just cheers\n\nBring on the opposition\nCause my position is to shut you down\nAs the basketball pounds on the parquet floor\nEnvisioning moves to freak brothers every which way\nDominating like Doc J.\nPass me the rock, I know just what to do with it\nIt's real vivid, I pivot, through the lane\nThree hundred and sixty behind my back\nI take your monkey ass to the rack like Jerry Stack\n\nI'm sought by most recruiters and heavily recommended\nStickin' your best shooters they lower verbal percentage\nIs takin' its toll, 24-second clock control\nStoppin' this obstacle, impossible\nI was the number one block project inner city\nProspect, now that's something that you can believe\nSo be it, whether pro or collegiate, the hit but don't miss\nPrime time the offense, swish\n\nY'all can't ball, Y'all can't ball\nYo ref, where's the tech? Man, make the call\nThe game is gettin' tight, verbal victory's in sight\nWhat counts is what you write not concerned about the hype\nMy rhymes go baseline so why you tryin' to take mine?\nLast man tried just died inside the paint line\nI bank rhymes, got a call so I flex\nI'm on the foul line with a few verses left\nWhen my flow hits the net, the next brother flex\n\nI put my foot in the pavement\nWith the brothers I'm raised with\nPlay with and break dance back in the days with\nAnd still in the game with 12 points, 4 assists\nGet up in the game, in your face like swish\nCrash the boards with metaphors\nIn the air like a condor\nAiyyo what you out for?\nYo I'm out for the whole score\n22 flat seconds for me to win\nI can't win for losin' with this cheatin' ass ref\n\nMy squad's supreme\nSo I don't need Clyde or The Dream\nNext time you play the game boy pick a better team\nYour choice is short when you on a concrete court\nBut my mental cohorts is bout to change the whole sport\n\nGive me the pill boy, crossover with the skills\nWrap around pass, fly right past your grill\nTake off from half court, in some J5 shorts\nThe rap band with the man when my words play sports\n\nComin' through your lane, with pure skills so stand clear\nVocal charge is a mirage, I still stand here\nDamn near, make your shit look soft like Pam Grier\nFans cheer for the paragraph Bill Laimbeer\n\nShow me the rock, so I can show these fool what I got\n(He's heating up) Fuck that, I'm flaming hot\nVerbally take you to the blacktop, and wreck shop\nTurn my game up a notch, pass me the rock\n\n1 on 1, 3 on 3, 5 on 5, horse, 21\nIt really don't matter cause son you'll still get done\nYo you should know better than try to barter with this globetrotter\nMalicious, vicious dunks, I'm Vince Carter\n\nAnd it's the high draft pick, flashin' it\nStill can penetrate and slightly overweight\nBut whatever it takes my shot can elevate\nNo pain, no gain for the brothers with no game","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Game (Album Version)\n  artist: Jurassic 5\n  album: Quality Control\n  duration_ms: 274000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  The Game\n  Playing to survive\n  Aiming to win anyway they can\n\n  Yo, yo\n  Pass the ball, final casting call\n  First of all, verbal basketball\n  Off the glass, smash your jaw\n  Too fast for y'all\n  You might take a nasty fall\n  Trying to stick with the prehistoric passenger\n  (Foul Ball)\n  All breath, no physical contact\n  Bounce back, demonstrate invincible bomb raps\n  Not no hustler no player or speakin' no crime crap\n  I'm vocally trying to score before my time lapse\n\n  Uh! Full court press, hands in your chest\n  Runnin' cause I'm a rebel with the ghetto?\n  No fouls just checks, make a brother sweat\n  Word for y'all to earn my reject\n  Get it out of here, attack from the rear\n  Ya'll niggas ain't nothin' but some bitch ass queers\n  I'll be in your ear, increase the fear\n  Rippin' with the shears as the crowd just cheers\n\n  Bring on the opposition\n  Cause my position is to shut you down\n  As the basketball pounds on the parquet floor\n  Envisioning moves to freak brothers every which way\n  Dominating like Doc J.\n  Pass me the rock, I know just what to do with it\n  It's real vivid, I pivot, through the lane\n  Three hundred and sixty behind my back\n  I take your monkey ass to the rack like Jerry Stack\n\n  I'm sought by most recruiters and heavily recommended\n  Stickin' your best shooters they lower verbal percentage\n  Is takin' its toll, 24-second clock control\n  Stoppin' this obstacle, impossible\n  I was the number one block project inner city\n  Prospect, now that's something that you can believe\n  So be it, whether pro or collegiate, the hit but don't miss\n  Prime time the offense, swish\n\n  Y'all can't ball, Y'all can't ball\n  Yo ref, where's the tech? Man, make the call\n  The game is gettin' tight, verbal victory's in sight\n  What counts is what you write not concerned about the hype\n  My rhymes go baseline so why you tryin' to take mine?\n  Last man tried just died inside the paint line\n  I bank rhymes, got a call so I flex\n  I'm on the foul line with a few verses left\n  When my flow hits the net, the next brother flex\n\n  I put my foot in the pavement\n  With the brothers I'm raised with\n  Play with and break dance back in the days with\n  And still in the game with 12 points, 4 assists\n  Get up in the game, in your face like swish\n  Crash the boards with metaphors\n  In the air like a condor\n  Aiyyo what you out for?\n  Yo I'm out for the whole score\n  22 flat seconds for me to win\n  I can't win for losin' with this cheatin' ass ref\n\n  My squad's supreme\n  So I don't need Clyde or The Dream\n  Next time you play the game boy pick a better team\n  Your choice is short when you on a concrete court\n  But my mental cohorts is bout to change the whole sport\n\n  Give me the pill boy, crossover with the skills\n  Wrap around pass, fly right past your grill\n  Take off from half court, in some J5 shorts\n  The rap band with the man when my words play sports\n\n  Comin' through your lane, with pure skills so stand clear\n  Vocal charge is a mirage, I still stand here\n  Damn near, make your shit look soft like Pam Grier\n  Fans cheer for the paragraph Bill Laimbeer\n\n  Show me the rock, so I can show these fool what I got\n  (He's heating up) Fuck that, I'm flaming hot\n  Verbally take you to the blacktop, and wreck shop\n  Turn my game up a notch, pass me the rock\n\n  1 on 1, 3 on 3, 5 on 5, horse, 21\n  It really don't matter cause son you'll still get done\n  Yo you should know better than try to barter with this globetrotter\n  Malicious, vicious dunks, I'm Vince Carter\n\n  And it's the high draft pick, flashin' it\n  Still can penetrate and slightly overweight\n  But whatever it takes my shot can elevate\n  No pain, no gain for the brothers with no game\n"},{"id":12095950,"name":"The Game ft. 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Full court press, hands in your chest\nRunnin' cause I'm a rebel with the ghetto?\nNo fouls just checks, make a brother sweat\nWord for y'all to earn my reject\nGet it out of here, attack from the rear\nYa'll niggas ain't nothin' but some bitch ass queers\nI'll be in your ear, increase the fear\nRippin' with the shears as the crowd just cheers\n\nBring on the opposition\nCause my position is to shut you down\nAs the basketball pounds on the parquet floor\nEnvisioning moves to freak brothers every which way\nDominating like Doc J.\nPass me the rock, I know just what to do with it\nIt's real vivid, I pivot, through the lane\nThree hundred and sixty behind my back\nI take your monkey ass to the rack like Jerry Stack\n\nI'm sought by most recruiters and heavily recommended\nStickin' your best shooters they lower verbal percentage\nIs takin' its toll, 24-second clock control\nStoppin' this obstacle, impossible\nI was the number one block project inner city\nProspect, now that's something that you can believe\nSo be it, whether pro or collegiate, the hit but don't miss\nPrime time the offense, swish\n\nY'all can't ball, Y'all can't ball\nYo ref, where's the tech? Man, make the call\nThe game is gettin' tight, verbal victory's in sight\nWhat counts is what you write not concerned about the hype\nMy rhymes go baseline so why you tryin' to take mine?\nLast man tried just died inside the paint line\nI bank rhymes, got a call so I flex\nI'm on the foul line with a few verses left\nWhen my flow hits the net, the next brother flex\n\nI put my foot in the pavement\nWith the brothers I'm raised with\nPlay with and break dance back in the days with\nAnd still in the game with 12 points, 4 assists\nGet up in the game, in your face like swish\nCrash the boards with metaphors\nIn the air like a condor\nAiyyo what you out for?\nYo I'm out for the whole score\n22 flat seconds for me to win\nI can't win for losin' with this cheatin' ass ref\n\nMy squad's supreme\nSo I don't need Clyde or The Dream\nNext time you play the game boy pick a better team\nYour choice is short when you on a concrete court\nBut my mental cohorts is bout to change the whole sport\n\nGive me the pill boy, crossover with the skills\nWrap around pass, fly right past your grill\nTake off from half court, in some J5 shorts\nThe rap band with the man when my words play sports\n\nComin' through your lane, with pure skills so stand clear\nVocal charge is a mirage, I still stand here\nDamn near, make your shit look soft like Pam Grier\nFans cheer for the paragraph Bill Laimbeer\n\nShow me the rock, so I can show these fool what I got\n(He's heating up) Fuck that, I'm flaming hot\nVerbally take you to the blacktop, and wreck shop\nTurn my game up a notch, pass me the rock\n\n1 on 1, 3 on 3, 5 on 5, horse, 21\nIt really don't matter cause son you'll still get done\nYo you should know better than try to barter with this globetrotter\nMalicious, vicious dunks, I'm Vince Carter\n\nAnd it's the high draft pick, flashin' it\nStill can penetrate and slightly overweight\nBut whatever it takes my shot can elevate\nNo pain, no gain for the brothers with no game","syncedLyrics":"[00:21.35] The Game\n[00:25.13] Playing to survive\n[00:27.02] Aiming to win anyway they can\n[00:33.67] Yo, yo\n[00:34.17] Pass the ball, final casting call\n[00:36.05] First of all, verbal basketball\n[00:37.97] Off the glass, smash your jaw\n[00:39.57] Too fast for y'all\n[00:40.78] You might take a nasty fall\n[00:41.96] Trying to stick with the prehistoric passenger\n[00:44.35] (Foul Ball)\n[00:45.34] All breath, no physical contact\n[00:47.53] Bounce back, demonstrate invincible bomb raps\n[00:49.24] Not no hustler no player or speakin' no crime crap\n[00:51.43] I'm vocally trying to score before my time lapse\n[00:54.17] Uh! 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Man, make the call\n[01:57.80] The game is gettin' tight, verbal victory's in sight\n[02:00.47] What counts is what you write not concerned about the hype\n[02:02.82] My rhymes go baseline so why you tryin' to take mine?\n[02:05.48] Last man tried just died inside the paint line\n[02:07.84] I bank rhymes, got a call so I flex\n[02:10.54] I'm on the foul line with a few verses left\n[02:13.15] When my flow hits the net, the next brother flex\n[02:15.17] I put my foot in the pavement\n[02:16.65] With the brothers I'm raised with\n[02:17.93] Play with and break dance back in the days with\n[02:19.88] And still in the game with 12 points, 4 assists\n[02:22.42] Get up in the game, in your face like swish\n[02:24.96] Crash the boards with metaphors\n[02:26.44] In the air like a condor\n[02:27.68] Aiyyo what you out for?\n[02:28.84] Yo I'm out for the whole score\n[02:30.15] 22 flat seconds for me to win\n[02:32.24] I can't win for losin' with this cheatin' ass ref\n[02:54.74] My squad's supreme\n[02:55.58] So I don't need Clyde or The Dream\n[02:57.03] Next time you play the game boy pick a better team\n[02:59.23] Your choice is short when you on a concrete court\n[03:01.73] But my mental cohorts is bout to change the whole sport\n[03:04.04] Give me the pill boy, crossover with the skills\n[03:06.15] Wrap around pass, fly right past your grill\n[03:09.45] Take off from half court, in some J5 shorts\n[03:11.85] The rap band with the man when my words play sports\n[03:13.97] Comin' through your lane, with pure skills so stand clear\n[03:16.35] Vocal charge is a mirage, I still stand here\n[03:18.95] Damn near, make your shit look soft like Pam Grier\n[03:21.35] Fans cheer for the paragraph Bill Laimbeer\n[03:23.83] Show me the rock, so I can show these fool what I got\n[03:26.46] (He's heating up) Fuck that, I'm flaming hot\n[03:29.01] Verbally take you to the blacktop, and wreck shop\n[03:31.23] Turn my game up a notch, pass me the rock\n[03:33.97] 1 on 1, 3 on 3, 5 on 5, horse, 21\n[03:36.57] It really don't matter cause son you'll still get done\n[03:38.63] Yo you should know better than try to barter with this globetrotter\n[03:42.73] Malicious, vicious dunks, I'm Vince Carter\n[03:43.88] And it's the high draft pick, flashin' it\n[03:45.63] Still can penetrate and slightly overweight\n[03:48.29] But whatever it takes my shot can elevate\n[03:50.87] No pain, no gain for the brothers with no game\n[04:00.95] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Game ft. 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Full court press, hands in your chest\n  Runnin' cause I'm a rebel with the ghetto?\n  No fouls just checks, make a brother sweat\n  Word for y'all to earn my reject\n  Get it out of here, attack from the rear\n  Ya'll niggas ain't nothin' but some bitch ass queers\n  I'll be in your ear, increase the fear\n  Rippin' with the shears as the crowd just cheers\n\n  Bring on the opposition\n  Cause my position is to shut you down\n  As the basketball pounds on the parquet floor\n  Envisioning moves to freak brothers every which way\n  Dominating like Doc J.\n  Pass me the rock, I know just what to do with it\n  It's real vivid, I pivot, through the lane\n  Three hundred and sixty behind my back\n  I take your monkey ass to the rack like Jerry Stack\n\n  I'm sought by most recruiters and heavily recommended\n  Stickin' your best shooters they lower verbal percentage\n  Is takin' its toll, 24-second clock control\n  Stoppin' this obstacle, impossible\n  I was the number one block project inner city\n  Prospect, now that's something that you can believe\n  So be it, whether pro or collegiate, the hit but don't miss\n  Prime time the offense, swish\n\n  Y'all can't ball, Y'all can't ball\n  Yo ref, where's the tech? 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