Are you ready to play the game?
 I said are you ready to play the game?

 The game
 Playing to survive
 Aiming to win any way they can

 Pass the ball
 Final casting call, first of all verbal basketball
 Off the glass smash your jaw, to fast for y'all
 You might take a nasty fall
 Trying to stick with the prehistoric passenger
 (foul ball) ah ref no physical contact, bounce back
 Demonstrate invincible bomb raps
 Not no hustler no player
 Or speaking no crime crap
 I'm vocally trying to score before my time lapse

 Full court press, hands in your chest
 Running cause I'm a rebel with the ghetto connects
 No fouls just checks
 Make a brother sweat
 Work for yours to earn my reject (get it out of here)
 Attack from the rear, y'all Niger's ain't nothing but some bitch ass queers
 I'll be in your ear, increase the fear, rippen 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 parquet floor
 Invision it 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 pivit threw the lane
 Three hundred and sixty peoples behind my back
 I'll take your monkey ass to the rack like jerry stack

 I'm sought by most recruiters and heavily recommended stroken your best shooter
 there lower their verbal percentage
 Has taken its toll, 24-second clock control, stopen this obstacle impossible
 I was the #1 block project inner city prospect
 Now that's something that you can believe, So be it
 Whether pro or collegiate, the hit but don't miss the primetime the offense, swish

 Y'all can't ball, y'all can't ball you ref where's the tech man make the call
 The game is getting tight, verbal victories in sight
 What counts is what you write, not concerned about the height
 My lines go base line so why you trying 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 plant my foot in the pavement with the brothers were raised with played with and
 break danced 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 medifores in the air like a condor, hey yo what you out for
 Hey yo I'm out for the whole score
 With 22 seconds for me to wreck, I can't win for losing with this cheating ass ref

 My squads 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 about to change the whole sport

 Give me the pill boy, what, 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 demand when my words play sports

 Coming through your lane with pure skills so stand clear
 Vocal charge is a mirage I still stand here
 Dam near, make your shit look soft like Pam Grear fans cheer for the paragraph Bill
 Lambere

 Show me the rock so I can show these fools what I got (he's heating up) fuck that
 I'm flaming hot, verbally take you to the black top 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 globe trotter, malicious vicious
 dunks I'm Vince Carter

 And it's the high draft pick flashin it head fakes, still can penetrate, slightly over
 weight, but whatever it takes my shot can elevate no pain no gain for the brothers
 with no game

 it's all over