rock it slow (c'mon, yeah) You gon' rock it fast, rock it slow (whoa, whoa, yeah, yeah!) [Talib Kweli] Black rock and roll, black hotter flow At the end of the black
streets know game, can't ball, don't play Heavy traffic, one lane, everybody move Two words, Mos Def, black check, hot shit Calm down, get back, ghetto people got this Game
-Deuce don't look the same in New York Just politics, tricks and big games in New York Switched trains a writer can't get fame in New York Internet and Wall Street
streets know game, can't ball, don't play Every traffic, one lane, everybody move Two words, Mos Def, black jack, hot shit Calm down, get back, ghetto people, got this Game
em they wanna get involved Well why you still holdin up the wall Allow me to introduce myself My name is Royce Five Nine Sick Sick Emcee Here to filter the game
me ya listeners Get a job we here, D-Elite, touch it Matter fact, niggaz is wack, Wall Street fuck it X government agent remember yo' name, remember yo' game
picture Shit, I'm obligated, to be a Juvenile for life It don't change robbin' shit in this game I know you heard about that 7th ward, 9th and the rest
A lot of these rappers are indecisive Ya'll comin' to this game, like ya'll the nicest But, anyway, get rich, get brain Get off the wall and do the damn
fill esophagus with cigarettes Philosophers plot to maul nations out of shock and awe Generation of ideas, children who won't talk at all Profits fall Chalk on walls
on, thinkin you can trust police Every black is a beast and our women are cheap And that brothers gettin murdered is the way of the streets That it's
You ain't fly You ain't fly You ain't fly So go 'head, witcha self I'm just playin the wall, I'm just playin the wall Coolin with my niggaz on the right
one knows just what's inside, doing dope and doing time Why they messing with your mind? Black maybe I heard a white man's yes is a black maybe I was
, no guts, no chest, no brain, no game And Stylez go broke, I'm a rob the folk train, I feel no pain, steal cocaine Fuck black thugs that run through
on my back hate in my heart blood in my eye foot on the gas blunt in my mouth lovin the ride hand on the gun ear to the street back to the wall mind
done took blocks to war, took blocks ruval Took blocks to Wall for box of raw What you think the 33 and the glock is for? Black fatigues, skullies
her I heard older cats lay claim to her and say they speak game to her But they never put a name to her So I called her desire Like so many street cars
I only keep a nigga hot Say I'm on some new shit, then I cock the pop The other side of the game doin' fifty y'all I survived behind the wall and the