1) Chris Wa… Read Full Bio ↴There is more than one artist under the name Chris Ward.
1) Chris Ward (aka Chris Wizzard) is a rapper from Texas. He was one of the later members added to DJ Screw's Screwed Up Click. He is also a part of the Boss Hogg Outlawz with Slim Thug. His earliest appearance on wax is credited to Z-Ro's debut album "Look What You Did To Me" but also featured on albums by Lil' Flip, H.A.W.K., Big Pokey and Slim Thug. His debut album "Underworld Mobster" was released in 2002, followed by 2003's collaboration with Big Pokey ("Mob 4 Life"), "Veteran Rookie" was his second solo album (and a double CD!) also released in 2003. In 2006 he dropped "Southside Blue Boy" on the Boss Hogg Outlawz label. Since then he has mostly focused on guest features but in 2013 dropped a new mixtape entitled "Fre$h Outta Favor$".
2) Chris Ward is a solo metal guitarist, bassist and vocalist from Manchester, England. He began playing guitar in 2007, and then moved on to writing his own original material in 2009 whilst studying at university.
In 2010, he went into the studio to record his debut mini-album, the 'Souls For Trade' EP, which also featured session drums by Darren Pugh, of the tech-metal band 'Aliases'. All other instruments were performed by Chris Ward.
Rap Game
Chris Ward Lyrics
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This rap game, this rap game
I ain't selling my soul, for this rap game
And I ain't digging no hole, for this rap game
Man I'm telling you, no it ain't happen-ayn
This rap game, this rap game
I ain't selling my soul, for this rap game
And I ain't digging no hole, for this rap game
(Poppy)
Man it's hilarious, to see some of the scariest
Niggaz alive, rapping neck like they running they areas
They out of character, now as a chemist recital
A fairy tale rap, from cast as American Idol
Wanna-be's, it ain't a gangsta bone in em
The type that twitch, when you take a gangsta tone with em
Stunting like everything, in the chamber won't hit em
Fronting like Pharell, these niggaz fraud as hell
It ain't hard to tell, you niggaz is squares
The only gel they know, is the kind they put in they hair
They ain't from your hood, but that's the one they put in the air
When the beef come, displaying them looks of despair
Yeah y'all niggaz powderpuff, tough cause you powered up
But niggaz'll shower you, every hour on the hour punk
With hollow tip slugs, follow my tip
'For them hollow tips, follow your lips get a grip
(Scooby)
Believe it or not, I still be bleeding them blocks
Drop them undergrounds, cause 'Scoob be needing them knots
We need 'em copped, soon as they turn the lights on
I live the street life, with or without the mics on
I'm nice home's, I ain't gotta explain myself
Dad didn't do shit, nigga I trained myself
It was harder without a father, I blame myself
Didn't talk to him much, I just came and left
Yeah, I had my mind on some better shit
Get some cheddar quick, and I ain't singing or selling my soul to get a hit
You hear me bitch, I ain't never been fly on no material shit
Ain't never been fly, I'm a General bitch
I'm a gangsta, put the 4-5 to you thinker and bang you
I don't know y'all niggaz, y'all is strangers
And fucking with them boys, that's dangerous
(Dre Day)
Who gives a fuck about pop culture, I'm from the hood
Where they bleed blocks duck cops, fuck bops and pop toasters
Kids grow to gangstas, not bankers and stock brokers
Glock chokers, you could lose your mind if you not focused
By the nine, M-O-B the shit it's the bottom line
Me and Dre Day gotta shine, niggaz looking like they bit a lime
I'm on my grind, so it's no time to sit around
Gotta get my cash, stack some cash that's the rap game
Blades cause my 16's, slash cats
I'm who they can't fade, so stop trying to gas cats
Cause I run through em, like I'm a hat back
Dre got the H locked they jealous, so I got the HK cocked
When you rap, it ain't shit to clown and these broads
Especially when there's yellow diamonds, in your Lord
And you're dope and you flow sick, they quick to show you how deep they go
We going through a lot, so I keep weed to smoke
Like a torch how I roach shit, got 'em hollin' Dre the best
From coast to coast, competition looking so sick
I got my fame, off respect of code
But I been hot bitch, listen to my old school flows
I fuck dime pieces, y'all can have these descent hoes
See I'm a rebel slash pimp, Dre Day leasing hoes
All tights black whites, Puerto Rican hoes
I'm getting this money day and night, till I decompose
Bitch, my name hot I'm getting three for shows
Bitch your name not, go delete your flows
(*talking*)
Yeah nigga, Grit Boys what's up
My nigga Dre Day, one of my young niggaz
Out the motherfucking camp uh, (it's C. Weezy)
We shit on niggaz mayn, cause Grit Boys they shit on niggaz
They don't give a fuck, this rap game (you gon quit riding my dick)
Niggaz be chunking they self selling they soul
Jumping from dick to dick, click switching trying to get in where they fit in
You know, trying to get a break or something I feel you
But we don't sell our soul nigga (and ah this year baby I'm the boss-boss)
(So please get off my dick, and keep my name out your mouth)
You can do what you wanna do nigga
But you gotta do a whole lot, when you fuck with the Mob nigga
It's a hard job, trying to work with us
It's more than just rapping over here homie, it's some real shit going on
Ask my nigga Den, ask my nigga Pokey, ask D-1 motherfucker
Ask my niggaz, any one of my niggaz they'll tell you, peace motherfuckers
(and ah this year baby I'm the boss-boss
So please get off my dick, and keep my name out your mouth)
And keep my name out your mouth nigga, M-O-B style fo' life
Boyz N Blue coming, be on the look out
(*50 Cent*)
This rap game, this rap game
I ain't selling my soul, for this rap game
And I ain't digging no hole, for this rap game
Man I'm telling you, no it ain't happen-ayn
This rap game, this rap game
I ain't selling my soul, for this rap game
And I ain't digging no hole, for this rap game
This rap game, this rap game
The song "Rap Game" by Chris Ward featuring Grit Boyz is an introspective view on the rap industry and its downfalls. The lyrics indicate a refusal to compromise one's values for success in the industry. The chorus emphasizes the theme of holding onto one's integrity and avoiding anything that can lead to a fall. This is followed by verses by different artists who speak of their experiences and observations of the industry. Poppy's verse critiques fake gangster rappers who are out of character and compare themselves to American Idol cast, while Scooby's verse speaks about his struggles without a father and how he won't sell his soul for materialistic success.
Dre Day's verse focuses on the difficulties in the industry and how being a rapper involves constant competition and hard work. The lyrics show how rap artists must always be on their grind to keep up with the changing trends and maintain their status. The song ends with Chris Ward dropping the name of his crew, Grit Boyz, and reminding listeners that they are not in the game to sell their soul.
Overall, "Rap Game" highlights the harsh realities of the music industry and the sacrifices that artists have to make to achieve success. It also serves as a reminder to remain true to oneself and to not compromise one's values for fame and fortune.
Line by Line Meaning
This rap game, this rap game
The current state of the music industry
I ain't selling my soul, for this rap game
I refuse to compromise my values or integrity for fame or success in the industry
And I ain't digging no hole, for this rap game
I'm not going to resort to unethical or illegal actions to get ahead in the industry
Man I'm telling you, no it ain't happen-ayn
I'm being honest that I will not conform to the negative aspects of the industry, no matter the pressure
Man it's hilarious, to see some of the scariest
It's entertaining to see some of the least intimidating people try to front as tough or gangsta in their music
Wanna-be's, it ain't a gangsta bone in em
These people are clearly not true gangsters and are only pretending for the sake of their music
Stunting like everything, in the chamber won't hit em
They are acting like they are invincible and can't be touched or harmed, but they are only fooling themselves
Believe it or not, I still be bleeding them blocks
I am still actively involved in the streets and facing the harsh realities of the dangerous lifestyle
Get some cheddar quick, and I ain't singing or selling my soul to get a hit
I am aiming to make money quickly, but I refuse to compromise my values or stoop to the level of others who would sell out for success
Who gives a fuck about pop culture, I'm from the hood
I don't care about mainstream or popular music trends, because my roots and experiences are grounded in the streets
Kids grow to gangstas, not bankers and stock brokers
The harsh realities of the streets often lead young people to a life of crime and gang activity rather than pursuing successful careers in business
I'm who they can't fade, so stop trying to gas cats
I am unstoppable and untouchable, so people should stop trying to hype up others to compete with me
Bitch, my name hot I'm getting three for shows
I am in high demand and can command a high price for my live performances
So please get off my dick, and keep my name out your mouth
Stop being obsessed with me and talking about me negatively, because it's not worth your time or energy
It's a hard job, trying to work with us
Collaborating or doing business with us is not easy, due to the intense and dangerous nature of our lifestyle and work
Contributed by Lincoln S. Suggest a correction in the comments below.