Game
V.R.M. Lyrics

All right, everybody shut up
I need silence before we get started

I said shut up!
Seriously, be quiet

Now are you ready to play the game?
Are you prepared for what's about to happen?

No!
No, I'm not ready

Are you ready to play the game?
Are you ready to compete?

Yeah!
Yes, I am ready

Playing to survive
We must play to survive

Aiming to win anyway they can
And we'll do whatever it takes to win

Yo, yo
Hey, listen up

Pass the ball, final casting call
Pass me the ball, this is my time to shine

First of all, verbal basketball
This is a verbal game, and I'm in control

Off the glass, smash your jaw
I'll hit you hard and finish with finesse

Too fast for y'all
I'm too quick for you to keep up

You might take a nasty fall
You might stumble and fail

Trying to stick with the prehistoric passenger
You can't keep up with my old-school style

(Foul Ball)
Oops, I messed up

All breath, no physical contact
I don't need to touch you, I'll beat you with my words

Bounce back, demonstrate invincible bomb raps
I'll come back stronger and show you my unbeatable rhymes

Not no hustler no player or speakin no crime crap
I'm not a criminal or a player, just a rapper

I'm vocally trying to score before my time lapse
I'm using my words to score before time runs out

Uh! Full court press, hands in your chest
I'm relentlessly aggressive on the court

Runnin' cause I'm a rebel with the ghetto
I'm a rebel from the streets, and I run the game

No fouls just checks, make a brother sweat
I won't foul you, but I'll still make you work hard

Word for y'all to earn my reject
I only respect opponents who earn it

Get it out of here, attack from the rear
I'll defend and go on the offensive from any angle

Y'all niggas ain't nothing but some bitch ass queers
You're just weak opponents

I'll be in your ear, increase the fear
I'll taunt you and make you scared

Ripping with the shears as the crowd just cheers
I'll destroy you in front of cheering fans

Bring on the opposition
I'm ready for any challenger

Cause my position is to shut you down
I'm here to stop you

As the basketball pounds on the concrete floor
We play wherever we can

Envisioning moves to freak brothers every which way
I'm constantly thinking of new moves to surprise my opponents

Dominating like Doc J.
I'm dominating the game like the great Julius Erving

Pass me the rock, I know just what to do with it
Give me the ball, I have a plan

It's real vivid, I pivot, through the lane
I can visualize my movements and make them happen

Three hundred and sixty behind my back
I'll spin and fake my defender out

I take your monkey ass to the rack like Jerry Stack
I'll use my skills to score on you like Jerry Stackhouse

I'm saw by most recruiters and heavily recommended
I'm recognized and respected by the top talent scouts

Sticking your best shooters they lower verbal percentage
I'll defend and frustrate your best shooters until they can't score

It's taking its toll, 24-second clock control
My constant pressure is wearing you down

Stopping this obstacle, impossible
You can't stop me

I was the number one ? project in the city
I was the top prospect in the city

Prospect, now that's something that you can believe
I lived up to the hype

So be it, whether pro or collegiate, the hit but don't miss
I'll succeed at any level of the game

Prime time the offense, switch
I'm the star of the team on offense

Y'all can't ball, y'all can't ball
You can't play at my level

Yo ref, where's the tech? Man, make the call
The ref should penalize my opponent for their weak play

The game is getting tight verbal victories in sight
The competition is heating up, but I'm still on top

What counts is what you write not concerned about the hype
I care more about my skills than my reputation

My rhymes go baseline so why you trying to take mine?
My rhymes are unstoppable, so why even try to copy them?

Last man tried just died inside the paint line
My previous opponent failed miserably against me

I bank rhymes, got a call so I flex
I'll save some rhymes for later and show off now

I'm on the foul line with a few verses left
I'm at the free throw line with a few more rhymes

When my flow hits the net, the next brother flex
When I score with my rhymes, my teammate will get inspired

I put my foot in the pavement
I work hard and put in the effort

With the brothers I'm raised with
I'm loyal to my friends and family

Play with and break dance back in the days with
I used to dance with my friends in the past

And still in the game with 12 points, 4 assists
And now I'm still winning with my skills

Get up in the game, in your face like swish
I'll get in your face and score with ease

Crash the boards with metaphors
I'll rebound and come back with even better rhymes

In the air like a concord
I'll be flying high like an airplane

Hey yo what you out for?
What are you trying to achieve?

Yo I'm out for the whole score
I'm here to win, not just score a few points

22 flat seconds for me to win
Only a few seconds remain for me to seal the win

I can't win for losing with this cheating ass ref
I feel like I can't win fairly with this biased ref

My squad's supreme
My team is the best

So I don't need Clyde or the dream
I don't need any all-star teammates to win

Next time you play the game boy pick a better team
You need to pick better teammates to stand a chance against me

Your choice is short when you on a concrete court
Your options are limited when playing on a rough court

But my mental cohorts is bout to change the whole sport
But my mindset and strategy will revolutionize the game

Give me the pill boy, crossover with the skills
Give me the ball, I'll use my crossover move to score

Wrap around pass, fly right past your grill
I'll make a quick pass and score easily

Take off from half court, in some J5 shorts
I'll score from almost half-court while wearing classic basketball shorts

The rap band with the man when my words play sports
I'm the best when it comes to using words to play sports

Comin' through your lane, with pure skills so stand clear
I'm coming at you with pure talent, so watch out

Vocal charge is a mirage, I still stand here
My verbal attacks might seem too good to be true, but I'm still standing strong

Damn near, make your shit look soft like Pam Grier
I'll make you look weak, like Pam Grier's performances in movies

Fans cheer for the paragraph Bill Lambier
The crowd loves my powerful rhymes, like they love Bill Laimbeer's physical play

Show me the rock, so I can show these fool what I got
Give me the ball, and I'll prove myself to the doubters

(He's heating up) Fuck that, I'm flaming hot
I'm not just heating up, I'm on fire right now

Verbally take you to the blacktop, and wreck shop
I'll use my words to dominate you on the court

Turn my game up a notch, pass me the rock
I'll take my game to the next level, so give me the ball

1 on 1, 3 on 3, 5 on 5, horse, 21
Let's play any version of the game, I'll still win

It really don't matter cause son you'll still get done
It doesn't matter what we play, I'll still beat you

Yo you should know better than try to barter with this globetrotter
You should know by now not to mess with me, a basketball globetrotter

Militious, vicious dunks, I'm Vince Carter
I'll dunk with the same ferocity as Vince Carter

And it's the high draft pick, flashing it
I'm a highly-touted prospect, and I'm living up to the hype

Still can penetrate and slightly overweight
I can still drive to the basket, even though I'm not as slim as some players

But whatever it takes my shot can elevate
But I'll do whatever it takes to get my shot off, and it'll still be effective

No pain, no gain for the brothers with no game
For those who aren't naturally talented, it takes hard work and effort to succeed