He Got Game - Public Enemy



If man is the father of the son

Is the center of the earth

In the middle of the universe

Why is this verse comin

Six times rehearsed

Don't freestyle much so

I write em like such

Amongst the fiends

Controlled by the screens

What does it all mean

All this shit i'm seein

Human beings scream vocal javelins

Signs of a local nigga unravelin

My wandering

Got my ass wondering

Where Christ is

In all this crisis

Hatin Satan

Never knew what nice is

Check the papers

While I bet on Isis

More than your eye can see

And ears can here

Year by year

All the sense disappears

Nonsense perseveres

Prayers laced wit fear

Beware

2 triple 0 is near



Damn was it somethin I said

Pretend you don't see

So you turn your head

Race scared of it's shadow

Does it matter?

Thought areparations

Got em playin wit the population

Nothing to lose

Everythings approved

People used

Even murders excused

White men in suits

Don't have to jump

Still theres 1001 ways

To lose wit the shoes

God takes care of ol folks and fools

While the devil takes care

Of makin the rules

Folks don't even own themselves

Payin mental rent

To corporate president

1 outta 1 million residents

Be a dissident

Who ain't kissin it

The politics of chains and whips

Got the sick

Missin chips and championships

What's love got to do

Wit what you got

Don't let a win get to your head

Or a loss to your heart

Nonsense perseveres

Prayers heed wit fear

Beware

2 triple O is near



It might feel good

Sound a lil somethin

Damn the game

If it don't mean nuttin

What is game who got game

Where's the game

In life

Behind the game

Behind the game

I got game

She got game

We got game

They got game

He got game

That millenium

Just be killin em

Scary

Like lies buried in the library

When did a state pen

Correct anything

When piles of us

Still be catchin the bus

When stacks of cats

Packin laundry mats

Paid the preachers back

But where the teachers at?

I ain't even gotta ask it

As who's underpaid and

Fouled at the basket

I can't blame the envy

At who gettin the benjis

And takin grants for granted

Last i checked pyramids

Wasn't built like projects

Or on government checks

Modern day thugs

Ain't got no guts

Pardon the expression

Under governor nuts

Last time in a church

Be the last time in a church

Dead pledged alliance

To many cd's and movies

Leaving reality

Believing fantasy

Bleedin fatalities

Too many formalities

Prayers laced wit fear

Beware

2 triple O is here



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