Представляем точный текст композиции "Game Theory" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Roots (The) . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Game Theory» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Roots (The) передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Roots (The) - "Game Theory"
Lyrics to Game Theory : (feat. Malik B) [Chorus A] 4X This is a game Im your specimen Youve got to let me know baby So I can go, Id have to fake it I could not make it You could not take it [Black Thought] Yeah, where Ima start it at, look Ima part of that Downtown Philly where its realer than a heart attack It wasnt really that ill until the start of crack Now its a body caught every night on the Almanac Rock bottom where them cops gotta problem at Where them outsiders getting popped for they wallet at I had nothin but I made somethin outta that Now Im the first out the limo like Charlie Mack From 215 its him the livest one And hes representin Philly to the fullest Blacks the realest You cant touch him and not for nothin If you bout hip hop then you gots to love it If not then fuck it Im still handlin Smokin more reefer than Redman and them damaging MCs And my names Rick Gees you endangered species For what I do Im about to up the fees Im paperchase motivated I aint the one to play with These cats get set ablaze You cant have it yall way but Id rather parlay Just smoke og and get cabbage all day The way thought play causes your main thing to say Your style so splendid you bout your business You arousing my interests You sharper than a Shogun You know the way it go, huh, game know what Im talkin bout [Chorus B] Hus, thats short for hustlers We Black Inc Raw Life productions Tryin to find our spota amongst the ruckus And be sucker free, flea chumps and busters Man yeah, Get em hus, get em hus, get em hus [Black Thought] Hey yo Im tryin to get it at any cost so its no remorse When Im blastin off like you been askin for it When Black step in the door all hats is off Your hands up in the air goin back and forth Im about ready for a classic massacre Ill make it hotter than when Shaft in Africa Jump outta a black Porshe huffin a fat cigar Night ridin on em like my last name Hasselhoff Voted unlikely to succeed cause my class was full Of naysayers, cheaters and thieves All it gave me was a good enough reason to leave And put the writing on the wall for yall to read it and weep Cause Im the force of the Lord, the rage of hell Youd rather head for the hills and save yourselves My Man rip drums like He ringin the bells The King of the Realm you seen Him do His thing in a film Come on [Chorus B] [Malik B] Dreams when M16s with infrared beams Blowin up presidents cribs with cans of kerosene Highjack the limousine with a strategic routine Then blast my enemy, head for the Caribbean Militant guerilla camp is ready for war Lay your corner face down, place down your jewels cash and four four When I score prepare for toture Fuck around and make your town Warsaw Im from Illadel the land where the killas dwell My technique is to ambush you guerilla style My instinct is of a killer whale bang you up from head to toe With lyrics I pack like a nine millimal My types subliminal mentality switched to criminal Importing heroin internash from Senegal A soldier takes a stripes from a general Used the mike of iron or lead You choose your mineral [Chorus A] [ Game Theory Lyrics ]
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