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1) rapper
2) British 60s band
3) French new wave band
1. Jayceon Terrell Taylor (born November 29, 1979 in Compton, California, United States), better known by his stage name Game, formerly known as The Game, is an American Grammy Award winning gangsta rapper signed to Aftermath Entertainment through his own label Black Wall Street Records, with which he founded with his half brother Big Fase 100. He rose to fame in 2005 with the success of his debut album, The Documentary, and his two Grammy nominations. Since then he has released several other critically acclaimed albums, 2006's Doctor's Advocate and 2008's LAX. The RED Album was released August 23, 2011. All of his four albums debuted at #1 on the Billboard Top 100, and he is widely considered to be a driving force in bringing back the West Coast hip hop scene and competing with many of his East Coast counterparts.
Studying various influential rap albums, Game developed a strategy to become a rapper himself and with help from Big Fase, they founded The Black Wall Street Records. The label originally featured such artists as Glasses Malone, Vita, and Nu Jerzey Devil, along with Game himself. His stage name was coined by his grandmother. Game first gained prominence when he attended a hip-hop summit hosted by Russell Simmons and Louis Farrakhan, releasing his first mixtape You Know What It Is Vol. 1 in 2002, followed by a record deal with the independent label, Get Low Recordz owned by JT the Bigga Figga. Originally Sean Combs of Bad Boy Records was going to sign him to his label, but Game's mixtape found the attention of famed producer Dr. Dre, who signed him to Aftermath Entertainment in 2003. In October 2004, he released his first album Untold Story through Get Low Recordz, which sold over 82,000 copies within its first three months. The album featured artists like Sean T, Young Noble (of the Outlawz), and JT the Bigga Figga. Game also appeared on various mixtapes hosted by DJ's such as DJ Kayslay, DJ Whoo Kid, and DJ Clue. Game also released a second mixtape You Know What It Is Vol. 2 through his own record label and appeared on the video game NBA Live 2004 on a song produced by Fredwreck called "Can't Stop Me". On January 24th, 2011, he released a mixtape entitled, "Purp & Patron."
2. A British 60s Band formed by Terry Spencer in 1965. Head guitar: Terry Spencer Bass guitar: Allan Janaway Drums: Terry Goodsell Vocals: Tony Bird Their biggest success was their first single PlayGonna Get Me Someone from 1966. They attracted attention in 1967 with their recording of The Addicted Man which was concerned with drug-taking. The single should not be released.
3. A French new wave band from the 80’s coming from the suburbs of Paris. It’s line up was : Marc Dimitri (Vocals), Hervé Lorthioir (guitar), Patrick Larrieu (guitar), Jacques-Laurent Lardaud (bass), Fredéric Rottier (Drums), Dominique Cointre (keyboards), Claire (ch). Musically it sounded similar to bands like the Sisters of Mercy or Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. They released one single “Walk Away” on EMI France (1988) and an album titled "Under The White Bible Law" (1989).
Drama Is Real
The Game Lyrics
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Drama is real, like not wakin up
I'm breakin up grounds when this patriot thrust
Your mouth is on shut, your emotions are hidden
For you to handle your business, you are more than driven
If you kill it no more standin on that corner like a stop sign
Everytime you spotted they call it shot time
Not at the gym but in the grim reaper's hands
This is not an adventure, but a full-time duty
If you seen how niggaz hit the club, they pullin out uzis
Sometimes bruisin and grazin, mostly takin
No more sleep for the shooter, no more of that hangin
No mo' trustin hoes you ain't know fo' ten plus
No mo' smokin with the homies, no mo' late night clubs
Cause the victim, is ready to stick him like a mousetrap
I'm 'bout to rap, you better be 'bout peepin out cash
[Chorus: The Game]
If there's blood on my Nikes I done murdered a nigga
If the stash spot smokin I done murdered a nigga
San Quinn got a hurt for the nigga, it get worser for niggaz
We take this beef shit further than niggaz
Streets are shady, the Game got curtains for niggaz
All-of-a-sudden-ass killers never heard of these niggaz
Have your whole family cryin a river, we'll murder you niggaz
We take this beef shit personal nigga
[The Game]
I ain't met a nigga yet could fuck with this rap vet
I'm the realest since I came in the game on Kam back
Rest in peace to Mausberg, gotta live with that
Keep the M2 on my hip, I live with that
Eat with that, sleep with that, come get me
Four-fifty put somethin through your son Easter basket
Six in your truck, get you each a casket
Put termites in your box let 'em eat your cabbage
A wife right here, see if she can weave through traffic
Everybody gotta die, when the beef is active
If you know Game, you know I'll never give free passes
But I give choices, how you want it, metal or plastic
Life is real, pedal to traffic, no spots on my tail
Cops on the payroll so me and Quinn live well
And I can still get a nigga the hill, your bitch as well
Shotgun got mo' punks than shells
[Chorus]
[The Game]
See the Escalade got 'em runnin downhill, snowball niggaz
We throw vapors out of truck windows, blow our figures
Suede corners out the sunroof, the fifth or the Ruger
Broad daylight, blow the windows out of your Cougar
Move in the S5, plus my, leather dust fly
Spark up a dutch, Game put niggaz in a coffin too much
Turn niggaz kids into orphans too much, In God We Trust - nah
Keep the fifth close like Starsky & Hutch
Your daughter cryin it's just {?} tuck, but so what
Blow the dutch, southpaw bust out your whole fronts
Have you eatin soup for months, broken jaw, lick your shit out of straws
I guess I got that same ol' harm
I ain't for play, the Game is raw
Specialize in death jackets, here try these bullets on
And next time have all my cheese cause if you owe me
Guns O-U-T, we all gon' squeeze
[Chorus]
In this song, San Quinn and The Game are rapping about the harsh realities of life on the streets. They both emphasize that drama is real and that they are willing to take extreme measures to protect themselves and their loved ones. San Quinn starts by saying that drama is as real as not waking up, meaning that it can be fatal. He goes on to describe the pressure to constantly watch your back and be ready for any situation, even in places like the club, where people are supposed to have fun. The chorus, performed by The Game, reinforces the idea that violence is a normal part of the streets, where beef can easily escalate into something deadly.
The Game's verse is even more explicit in detailing how he deals with his enemies. He speaks about carrying a gun at all times, and about taking pleasure in making sure that others know that he is not someone to mess with. He warns that everyone has to die eventually, but also gives his enemies a choice of how they want to face their fate. The lyrics are a vivid and raw portrayal of how people in rough areas may have to live their lives, always ready for conflict and never letting their guard down.
Line by Line Meaning
Drama is real, like not wakin up
The reality of drama is comparable to the feeling of not being alive anymore
I'm breakin up grounds when this patriot thrust
I'm breaking new ground with my skills as a warrior
Your mouth is on shut, your emotions are hidden
You keep your thoughts and feelings to yourself
For you to handle your business, you are more than driven
You have an intense motivation to handle your affairs
If you kill it no more standin on that corner like a stop sign
If you succeed, you won't have to wait around anymore like a useless stop sign
Everytime you spotted they call it shot time
Whenever they see you, they think it's time to shoot
Not at the gym but in the grim reaper's hands
You're not working out, you're in danger of dying
You important if a bullet hits, injure your plans
If you get hit by a bullet, it can ruin all your plans
This is not an adventure, but a full-time duty
This is not a fun experience, it's a constant obligation
If you seen how niggaz hit the club, they pullin out uzis
If you saw how people act at the club, you'd see them pulling out guns
Sometimes bruisin and grazin, mostly takin
Sometimes you'll get hurt, but most of the time you'll cause the hurt
No more sleep for the shooter, no more of that hangin
You won't be able to sleep anymore, and you can't hang out like you used to
No mo' trustin hoes you ain't know fo' ten plus
You can't trust women you've known for less than ten years
No mo' smokin with the homies, no mo' late night clubs
You can't smoke or go to clubs with your friends anymore
Cause the victim, is ready to stick him like a mousetrap
The target is prepared to harm you like a mousetrap catching a mouse
I'm 'bout to rap, you better be 'bout peepin out cash
I'm about to start rapping, so you should be focused on making money
If there's blood on my Nikes I done murdered a nigga
If there's blood on my sneakers, it means I killed someone
If the stash spot smokin I done murdered a nigga
If the hiding place for my things is on fire, it means I killed someone
San Quinn got a hurt for the nigga, it get worser for niggaz
San Quinn wants to hurt someone, and it'll get worse for others involved
We take this beef shit further than niggaz
We take conflicts to the extreme
Streets are shady, the Game got curtains for niggaz
The streets are dangerous, and The Game is prepared to do something about it
All-of-a-sudden-ass killers never heard of these niggaz
Sudden killers don't know who they're dealing with
Have your whole family cryin a river, we'll murder you niggaz
If we kill you, it will cause your entire family to mourn
We take this beef shit personal nigga
We take this conflict personally
I ain't met a nigga yet could fuck with this rap vet
There hasn't been anyone who can compete with my rapping skills
I'm the realest since I came in the game on Kam back
I'm the most authentic since I entered the rap scene with Kam
Rest in peace to Mausberg, gotta live with that
Mausberg is dead, and we have to accept that
Keep the M2 on my hip, I live with that
I always carry my gun with me
Eat with that, sleep with that, come get me
I even eat and sleep with my gun, come find me
Four-fifty put somethin through your son Easter basket
I can put something through your child's Easter basket with my gun
Six in your truck, get you each a casket
If I shoot at your truck with six bullets, everyone inside will need a coffin
Put termites in your box let 'em eat your cabbage
I'll put termites in your coffin so they can eat your body
A wife right here, see if she can weave through traffic
I'll test your wife's abilities to maneuver through traffic
Everybody gotta die, when the beef is active
In conflicts, people will die eventually
If you know Game, you know I'll never give free passes
I never give people a break if they cross me
But I give choices, how you want it, metal or plastic
I'll offer a choice of weapon, either a gun or a knife
Life is real, pedal to traffic, no spots on my tail
Life is tough, I have to keep moving without any obstacles
Cops on the payroll so me and Quinn live well
We have police officers on our payroll, so we can live comfortably
And I can still get a nigga the hill, your bitch as well
I can still hurt or kill someone, even their significant other
Shotgun got mo' punks than shells
My shotgun has more barrels than bullets
See the Escalade got 'em runnin downhill, snowball niggaz
My Escalade scares them away like rolling snowballs downhill
We throw vapors out of truck windows, blow our figures
We throw smoke out of our truck windows while spending money
Suede corners out the sunroof, the fifth or the Ruger
We put suede covers over the sunroof while carrying guns
Broad daylight, blow the windows out of your Cougar
We'll break your car's windows in broad daylight
Move in the S5, plus my, leather dust fly
We move around in the S5 car so fast, it makes the leather dust fly
Spark up a dutch, Game put niggaz in a coffin too much
I smoke a cigar and have put too many people in coffins
Turn niggaz kids into orphans too much, In God We Trust - nah
I make too many children fatherless, and I don't believe in God
Keep the fifth close like Starsky & Hutch
I keep my gun close, just like Starsky and Hutch
Your daughter cryin it's just {?} tuck, but so what
Your daughter is crying, but I don't care
Blow the dutch, southpaw bust out your whole fronts
Finish the cigar, left-handed punch your entire face
Have you eatin soup for months, broken jaw, lick your shit out of straws
You'll have to eat soup with a broken jaw, and drink from a straw to lick your wounds
I guess I got that same ol' harm
I'm still causing the same old damage
I ain't for play, the Game is raw
I'm not a joke, I'm serious about this
Specialize in death jackets, here try these bullets on
I'm good at killing people, so I'll give you a chance to get hit by my bullets
And next time have all my cheese cause if you owe me
Next time, make sure you have all of my money because if you owe me,
Guns O-U-T, we all gon' squeeze
We'll take out our guns and all of us will start shooting
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