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Public Enemy - He Got Game lyrics
If man is the father of the son Is the center of the earth In the middle of the universe Why is this verse comin Six times rehearsed Don't freestyle much so I write em like such Amongst the fiends Controlled by the screens What does it all mean All this shit i'm seein Human beings scream vocal javelins Signs of a local nigga unravelin My wandering Got my ass wondering Where Christ is In all this crisis Hatin Satan Never knew what nice is Check the papers While I bet on Isis More than your eye can see And ears can here Year by year All the sense disappears Nonsense perseveres Prayers laced wit fear Beware 2 triple 0 is near Damn was it somethin I said Pretend you don't see So you turn your head Race scared of it's shadow Does it matter? Thought areparations Got em playin wit the population Nothing to lose Everythings approved People used Even murders excused White men in suits Don't have to jump Still theres 1001 ways To lose wit the shoes God takes care of ol folks and fools While the devil takes care Of makin the rules Folks don't even own themselves Payin mental rent To corporate president 1 outta 1 million residents Be a dissident Who ain't kissin it The politics of chains and whips Got the sick Missin chips and championships What's love got to do Wit what you got Don't let a win get to your head Or a loss to your heart Nonsense perseveres Prayers heed wit fear Beware 2 triple O is near It might feel good Sound a lil somethin Damn the game If it don't mean nuttin What is game who got game Where's the game In life Behind the game Behind the game I got game She got game We got game They got game He got game That millenium Just be killin em Scary Like lies buried in the library When did a state pen Correct anything When piles of us Still be catchin the bus When stacks of cats Packin laundry mats Paid the preachers back But where the teachers at? I ain't even gotta ask it As who's underpaid and Fouled at the basket I can't blame the envy At who gettin the benjis And takin grants for granted Last i checked pyramids Wasn't built like projects Or on government checks Modern day thugs Ain't got no guts Pardon the expression Under governor nuts Last time in a church Be the last time in a church Dead pledged alliance To many cd's and movies Leaving reality Believing fantasy Bleedin fatalities Too many formalities Prayers laced wit fear Beware 2 triple O is here |
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