All right, everybody shut up
  I said shut up!
  Now are you ready to play the game?
  NO!
  Are you ready to play the game?
  YEAH!
    The Game
  Playing to survive
  Aiming to win anyway they can
    Yo, yo
  Pass the ball, final casting call
  First of all, verbal basketball
  Off the glass, smash your jaw
  Too fast for y'all
  You might take a nasty fall
  Trying to stick with the prehistoric passenger
  (Foul Ball)
  All breath, no physical contact
  Bounce back, demonstrate invincible bomb raps
  Not no hustler no player or speakin no crime crap
  I'm vocally trying to score before my time lapse
    Uh! Full court press, hands in your chest
  Runnin' cause I'm a rebel with the ghetto
  No fouls just checks, make a brother sweat
  Word for y'all to earn my reject
  Get it out of here, attack from the rear
  Ya'll niggas aint nothin but some bitch ass queers
  I'll be in your ear, increase the fear
  Rippin 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 concrete floor
  Envisioning 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 pivot, through the lane
  Three hundred and sixty behind my back
  I take your monkey ass to the rack like Jerry Stack
    I'm saw by most recruiters and heavily recommended
  Stickin your best shooters they lower verbal percentage
  It's takin its toll, 24-second clock control
  Stoppin this obstacle, impossible
  I was the number one ?? project in the city
  Prospect, now thats something that you can believe
  So be it, whether pro or collegiate, the hit but don't miss
  Prime time the offense, switch
    Y'all can't ball, Y'all can't ball
  Yo ref, where's the tech? Man, make the call
  The game is gettin tight verbal victories in sight
  What counts is what you write not concerned about the hype
  My rhymes go baseline so why you tryin 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 put my foot in the pavement
  With the brothers I'm raised with
  Play with and break dance 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 metaphors
  In the air like a concord
  Aiyyo what you out for?
  Yo I'm out for the whole score
  22 flat seconds for me to win
  I can't win for losin with this cheatin ass ref
    [Clip from Laker game]
    My squad's 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 is bout to change the whole sport
  Give me the pill boy, 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 the man when my words play sports
  Comin' through your lane, with pure skills so stand clear
  Vocal charge is a mirage, I still stand here
  Damn near, make your shit look soft like Pam Grier
  Fans cheer for the paragraph Bill Lambier
    Show me the rock, so I can show these fool what I got
  (He's heating up) Fuck that, I'm flaming hot
  Verbally take you to the blacktop, 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 globetrotter
  Militious, vicious dunks, I'm Vince Carter
  And it's the high draft pick, flashin it
  Still can penetrate and slightly overweight
  But whatever it takes my shot can elevate
  No pain, no gain for the brothers with no game