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Créditos
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Pete Rock
Künstler:in
Raekwon
Künstler:in
Prodigy
Künstler:in
Ghostface Killah
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Corey Woods
Komponist:in
A. Johnson
Komponist:in
Ghostface Killah
Komponist:in
P. Phillips
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Pete Rock
Produzent:in
Ken Lewis at Battery Studios, Blue Palm Studios and Greene Street Recordings
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Jamey Staub at Battery Studios, Blue Palm Studios an Greene Street Recordings
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Letras
[Verse 1]
Call me the black champion, guess down, wanna test now
So let's grab the mack and vest, bless him if he stressed out
Amazing, blazing Purple Haze spaceships
Blazin' Asians in Mercedes Benz stations
Yo, movin' through the tavern, guns that burn, sons that learn
Stabbing an intern, corporate book of words
[Verse 2]
Iceatollah Motorolas, gun reloaders, broads with rollers
When wet lens stole us, Lex glowers who owe us
Call up Commissionary Gordon, son, go warn the warden
That the lord is back, rollin' with his sword again
Mixtape, masturbation mate, rate plates, ice traits
Guns with bitches, jumpin' outta white cakes
It's on for real, indeed, Lex Leonardo
Shells that's hollow, six whipper through the fifty-two globe of horror
Carry the stainless steel armor
Nurture the church avenue drama, yo
African gold from Ghana
Puffin' these marijuanas, make Allah catch Alzheimer's
Feedin' bread to birds, yellin', "Fuck old timers"
[Verse 3]
It's called game, I'll get ya life killed, game recognize
Right wills, game slight chills, things stay the same
Game, subliminary mills, smash grills, night chills
Regardless of what Pa thinks, things won't be the same again
I'll get ya life killed, game recognize
Right wills, game slight chills, things stay the same
Game, subliminary mills, smash grills, night chills
Mic skills, baby, Pa won't be the same
[Verse 4]
Segregate those fake poems
Separate the bullshit from the authentic
Vintage rhyme division, got the globe listenin'
My rap scroll belittled your goals and visions
Prohibition got my whole block pissing Christians
One-fifty-one Dunn'll have you off balance walkin'
Don't let your emotions get involved, talkin'
To the wrong culprit, the killer be soft spoken
So what's your intentions? You want to glow for the moment?
Throw on your two pennies, then you boltin'
I rock for the few chosen who got their third minds open
Write a page that'll engage war and incite fights
Be on the look for the bright lights and north winds
The trumpets be the mics, the size malevolent
You don't belong in my eyesight, P's a powerful soldier
Other life and things won't be the same again, it's over
[Verse 5]
It's called game, I'll get ya life killed, game recognize
Right wills, game slight chills, things stay the same
Game, subliminary mills, smash grills, night chills
Regardless of what Pa thinks, things won't be the same again
I'll get ya life killed, game recognize
Right wills, game slight chills, things stay the same, game
[Verse 6]
(You're all up in the game and don't deserve to be)
[Verse 7]
MC Ultra, high-brolic bank roll, alcohol vulture
Garlic balls dice the shield of okra
Tally ho, pitty-pay, backgammon pro
Pink salmon, five spring rolls know me, you love my intro
Half a face wig sewed together like Manhattan Chase
Lookin' like snatching the place, check behind the drapes
Castor Troy layin' for Travolta, mic gun pump
Layin' on the floor, Clark's bleeding watermelon chunks
Hold up, sprinkle the hash, Tony Chapstick
Snatch RZA's last piece of fish right off the glass dish
Butter roll beats, bagel tracks, wavy hair decks
Lay it down straw hat style, Butterball crown
Time life investments, when broke, I wrote the Old Testament
Crashed domes now perform excellence
Words with the President, brunch with Yeltsin
Gorbachev under Meth's nuts, he out in Belgium
Six and a half monkeys, twelve Nazis
Four disappear, three-eight-two-one flash to thin air
God's replica, no wheel drive, motionless mind Crescia
Tilt the hat like Escher
[Verse 8]
It's called game, I'll get ya life killed, game recognize
Right wills, game slight chills, things stay the same
Game, subliminary mills, smash grills, night chills
Regardless of what Pa thinks, things won't be the same again
I'll get ya life killed, game recognize
Right wills, game slight chills, things stay the same
Game, subliminary mills, smash grills, night chills
Mic skills, baby, Pa won't be the same
[Verse 9]
Ay yo, I rumble into action, son, I'm right on target
Legendary status with the way the track started
It's on, at any second with the high stakes
Drama, the game's teeth sharp like piranhas
There's a million style biters who try to create
Make no mistake, real **** challenge the fake
Most valuable SP, twelve-hundred gold medals
Rae, Prodigy, Ghost rhyme professional
The original Pete Rock is like Soul on Ice
Dynamite with the mic device
Now roll the dice for the game of death
Snake eyes, baby pah, the Boy Wonder's a threat
Written by: A. Johnson, Corey Woods, Ghostface Killah, P. Phillips
