Public Enemy - He got game (Old School) | Текст песни

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Chorus:

It might feel good
it might sound a little somethin'
but damn the game if it don't mean nothin
what is game who got game
where's the game in life behind the game behind the game
I got game
she's got game
we got game
they got game
he got game
it might feel good
or sound a little somethin
but fuck the game if it ain't saying nothin

Chuck D:

if man is the father the son is the center of the earth
in the middle of the universe
then why is this verse coming six times rehearsed
I don't freestyle much but write 'em like such (word)
amongst times controlled by the screen
what does it all mean all this shit I'm seeing
human beings screaming vocal javelins
sign of the local nigga unravelling
my wonderin' got ass wonderin'
where Christ is in all this crisis
hating satan never knew what nice is
check the paper while I bet on ices
keep more than your eye can see and ears can hear
year by year all the sense disappears
nonsense preserves prayers laced with fear
beware the two triple o is near

Stephen Stills:

there is something happening here
what it is ain't exactly clear
there's a man with a gun over there
tellin' me I got to beware
it's time to stop children what's that sound
everybody look what's going down

Chuck D:

thought of that millenium just be killing them
it scary like lies buried in a library
when did state pen correct anything
when piles of us still be catchin' the bus
when stacks of cash packed in laundramats
pay the preachers back where the teachers at
I ain't even gotta ask it
whose underpaid and got fouled at the basket
I can't blame the envy at who be getting all the benjis
and taking them grants for granted
last I checked pyramids wasn't built like projects
on them 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 pledge allegiance to cd's and movies
leaving reality believing in fantasy
bleeding fatalaties too many formalities
prayers laced with fear
beware the two trip zero is here

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