He was originally signed to Ruthless Records along with Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, but is now currently signed to Thugline Records, which is founded by Krayzie Bone & Wish Bone. He is also founder of BankrollMusic.com a internet record label where he has artist such as "Why 1'der", and "T.M.G".
The Game
DJ U-Neek Lyrics
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Soldier, say K-L
These fake ass rap niggaz thought I lost it yet
I'm bout to let these old bitch ass niggaz know I got a game in my vein
[Verse 1: Mac]
Murda murda I wrote it in braile
Uncut, lyrical dope, certified by my scale
The Mac's rapture, I represent, that's what I'm on the map for
Who the fuck gonna fuck with the scandalous
1-8-7 on these mothafuckin amateurs of rap
Feel the wrath of a nigga who bust
Makin my clique the shit, bitches want to discuss
?Platonic?, the lyrical killins don't got no motives
In this, in my vein, ain't no way I can control it
When this inside of me is as deadly as them niggas
You know the ones who killed them boys and dumped the body in the river
I enter the place, ski mask covered my face
If they pass me the mic, I'm gonna catch a case
In this mothafucka ya heard of me
T-T and herb hit the spot?
All the niggas I know is Shell Shocked
[Chorus: Mac]
I got the game in my vein
Won't change
I got the game in my vein
Won't change
I got the game in my vein
Won't change
I got it, I got it
Verse 2: Mac
I was born in it and represented
The sinister words of murder was the sons of bitches who was wit it
Never die, my motto, fatigue my sheet
Big Wise that's my nigga, Psycho Ward is my clique
Affiliated with cash, got my foot on the gas
Tailgatin real fast, through my sun roof my verbal gun shoot
Them scriptures, paint the pictures
We believe was cops tryin to catch me like receivers
Scream my name, to all these bitches who be hard to tame
Momma said it's a shame, poppa gave me the game
Experience a soldier, my heart pumps battle fluid
You want to go to war let's get to it
Mac-a-don, put you on teflon style of murder
Deadly as the killer kyle in your hamburger
Till they bury me black, wrapped up in street camo
I rock the microphone strapped off with street ammo
[Chorus: Mac]
I got the game in my vein
Won't change
I got the game in my vein
Won't change
I got the game in my vein
Won't change
I got the game in my vein
Won't change
[Verse 3: Mac]
I'm the bad nigga from the bricks
Blood on my kicks
Camoflauged niggas never die, we drop hits
I spit the gospel, to all of my mothafuckin apostles
Mac as potent as the coke snortin in your nostrils
I minister, words of a mothafuckin sinister
Transform into Liu Kang and finish ya
Nigga put me in the game I'ma show you my sports
Witness the street level on the be -ball court
Bitch I'ma die wit it, cause it's a part of my vein
Hear that word camoflauge when you hear my name
So tell them niggas I'm back affiliated, enemy lines are penetrated
My niggas wit me
You cook me up, put me in the pipe, hit me
Spread me in every ghetto, every city, I get busy
And buck, my name Mac remember that, I drop rhymes
Nigga it's Mac as if you missed it the first time nigga
Woah 7x
In DJ U-Neek’s track “The Game,” rapper Mac comes to assert dominance over a genre of music that he feels has become watered-down and inauthentic. He states that he has the game in his veins, meaning that his talent and skill are so intrinsic to him that they can never be taken away. He boasts about his uncut lyrical style, calling himself the “homicide rapper,” and bragging that he’s “certified” by his own scale. He warns that “there’ll never be another after” him and that he’ll “enter the place” with a ski mask on, catching a case if he’s handed the mic. His lyrics are graphic and even mention the killers who dumped a body in a river. Mac is uncompromising in his delivery; his raps are deadly and gloriously sinister. In the chorus, he repeats that he’s got the game in his veins over and over again, claiming that he won’t change.
Mac’s lyrics in this song reflect a larger trend in hip-hop – a desire to remain authentic to the culture and not “sell out” to the mainstream. The song also invites listeners to question the authenticity and motivations of other rappers in the game. It’s a call to arms, a battle cry to remain true to oneself no matter the cost.
Line by Line Meaning
What nigga drop that shit
Who released this song?
Soldier, say K-L
Military style communication to K-L, indicating readiness for action
These fake ass rap niggaz thought I lost it yet
Some rappers thought I was finished, but I'm still here
I'm bout to let these old bitch ass niggaz know I got a game in my vein
I'm going to show these older, weak rappers I'm still on top
Murda murda I wrote it in braile
My lyrics are so powerful, they blind you with their intensity
Uncut, lyrical dope, certified by my scale
My unfiltered lyrics are flawless and have been tested by my own standards
The homicide rapper, there'll never be another after
I'm the best in the game, and no one else can match my style
The Mac's rapture, I represent, that's what I'm on the map for
My talent is celestial, and that's why I'm famous
Who the fuck gonna fuck with the scandalous
Who would dare try to compete with someone like me?
1-8-7 on these mothafuckin amateurs of rap
I'll murder any weak rapper trying to come at me
Feel the wrath of a nigga who bust
Experience the anger of someone who always achieves his goals
Makin my clique the shit, bitches want to discuss
I'm so successful that women can't stop talking about me and my crew
Platonic, the lyrical killins don't got no motives
The murders I commit through my lyrics are cold and emotionless
In this, in my vein, ain't no way I can control it
My talent is so natural, there's no stopping the power that flows through my veins
When this inside of me is as deadly as them niggas
The fire in my soul is as powerful as the most deadly murderers
You know the ones who killed them boys and dumped the body in the river
I'm referring to the most violent and brutal murderers when I talk about the power of my talent
I enter the place, ski mask covered my face
When I perform, I'm like a dangerous criminal, trying to stay hidden
If they pass me the mic, I'm gonna catch a case
If I perform, I'll be so intense that I might get myself into trouble
In this mothafucka ya heard of me
Everyone knows who I am and what I'm capable of
T-T and herb hit the spot?
I'm not certain what this line refers to
All the niggas I know is Shell Shocked
All my friends are used to violence and the tough ghetto life
I was born in it and represented
I've always been talented and successful
The sinister words of murder was the sons of bitches who was wit it
The violent lyrics I produce come from who I am and what I've been through
Never die, my motto, fatigue my sheet
I'll never give up, even if it takes everything out of me
Big Wise that's my nigga, Psycho Ward is my clique
I have close friends and colleagues that support me
Affiliated with cash, got my foot on the gas
I'm financially successful and working constantly
Tailgatin real fast, through my sun roof my verbal gun shoot
I'm moving fast and taking risks with my talent
Them scriptures, paint the pictures
My lyrics are so descriptive, they create vivid images in the listeners' minds
We believe was cops tryin to catch me like receivers
Authorities are always trying to catch me and stop my success
Scream my name, to all these bitches who be hard to tame
I'm so famous that it's impossible for women to resist me
Momma said it's a shame, poppa gave me the game
My parents were partially responsible for my talent and success
Experience a soldier, my heart pumps battle fluid
I'm a warrior, and always ready for a fight
You want to go to war let's get to it
If you're trying to compete with me, I'm ready for battle
Mac-a-don, put you on teflon style of murder
I'm so good at what I do, my victims can't even touch me
Deadly as the killer kyle in your hamburger
I'm as dangerous as the most notorious and sinister murderers
Till they bury me black, wrapped up in street camo
I'll keep working and succeeding until the day I die
I rock the microphone strapped off with street ammo
I'm always armed and ready to use my talent
I'm the bad nigga from the bricks
I'm the tough guy from the ghetto
Blood on my kicks
I've been through a lot
Camoflauged niggas never die, we drop hits
My friends and I might go unnoticed, but we're still making hits
I spit the gospel, to all of my mothafuckin apostles
My lyrics are the truth and everyone should listen
Mac as potent as the coke snortin in your nostrils
My talent is as strong and addictive as drugs
I minister, words of a mothafuckin sinister
I'm bringing my listeners to the dark side with my lyrics
Transform into Liu Kang and finish ya
I'm so powerful, I can destroy even the strongest foe
Nigga put me in the game I'ma show you my sports
If you give me a chance, I'll show you what I'm really capable of
Bitch I'ma die wit it, cause it's a part of my vein
I'll never stop being talented, because it's a part of who I am
Hear that word camoflauge when you hear my name
I'm always trying to blend in and stay under the radar
So tell them niggas I'm back affiliated, enemy lines are penetrated
I'm still relevant and enemies can't stop me
My niggas wit me
I'm supported by my friends
You cook me up, put me in the pipe, hit me
I'm so addictive, listening to me is like getting high
Spread me in every ghetto, every city, I get busy
I'm popular everywhere, and always working hard
And buck, my name Mac remember that, I drop rhymes
Remember who I am and what I do
Nigga it's Mac as if you missed it the first time nigga
Don't forget my name, because I'm unforgettable
Woah 7x
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: BRETT ADAMS, DANIELLE BARNETT, KENNETH NATHANIEL BARRY, DECLAN BENNET, DAVID CHARLES HOLMES, DAVID OLIVER, ANDREW TUMI
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