Big
Guru, jazz -matized mixed
CD
In the building with my partner,
the super producer
Solar
Seven grand records,
putting it down lovely
New
York to
Seattle to worldwide
Got our peeps in the house,
new scholars in common market
Can't let the game go sour
I felt pain of all types
But still the same, it's al right
Of course they want a stereotype,
but it's all hype
I can't let the game go sour, it needs me
I'm hungry like the black olive,
a twist, feed me
If need be,
I'll snatch your mic up quick
Blast you right up, kid,
sit back and light up shit
The crowd pleaser,
street avenger in your loudspeaker
Witness the flow, I'm a proud teacher
The double helix, chemicals react to me
It's like sex, the way I do it naturally
Ayo, I'm peeping your card,
increasing my odds
You see my trigger ponk cock,
then I'm squeezing it hard
While you boast the fury I bring silently
My name and my reign kinda like the
Ming dynasty
And not returning for more,
that's like your favorite pro baller not returning to score
I can't let the game go sour,
it needs me
The cost of the fame
and the power is not free
I can't let the game go sour, it needs me
Now here's my chance to get back at you
I can't let the game go sour,
it needs me
Torch run to hold the flame for the devout
MC
I can't let the game go sour,
it needs me
Now here's my chance
to get back at you
My latest tastes have me doin'
up a screw gas face
Flavor made wait for paper,
rap's the new rap race
And through that maze,
a few cats blazed with ease
In the trap with the cheese,
breezin' back into last place
I track the pace of the game's gurus
Provin' stamina, nothin' ventured,
ain't nothin' gained
Clue in the gambler, ante up
Stakes have been raised to
record highs
Recognize that the player
station is jeopardized
I testify the motion of the
movements
Undisturbed, undeterred by
the actions of the faction
Now we'll first see the
power of the verse
Serve to disperse the people,
and put em in position like
Stratego
Controlling the board,
no wranglers that hang with all ground
Place my next generation
to the foundation
Platform for the contribution
of the youth is critical
Enlist them in the booth,
salute the gentleman son, come on
The cost of the fame
and the power is not free
I can't let the game go sour,
it needs me
I can't let the game go sour,
it needs me
Torch is runnin',
hold the flame for the devout and see
I can't let the game go sour,
it needs me
Now here's chance to get back in
Now to each his own,
unless you're tryin' to own me
Mind, body, and soul,
possibly my soul properties
This camaraderie built for longevity
Mic's I palm steadily,
writin' a song's melody
I can't let it all just
be a lost memory
There's no guarantee if I fall,
they gon' remember me
And so my weaponry of choice
is my voice
And victories are gettin'
measured by the size of the noise
If I convince one kid not to enlist
It's the fulfillment of a
purpose and a will to exist
And I struggle with love thick,
held in my grip
And that's the reason that your heart's
the same size as your fist
If the gifted one quits,
apocalypse'll come next
The context is more than just
respect or a check
It's a long march ahead,
and we ain't even started yet
It's just half of how hot shit can get,
mask on, y 'all
Yeah, if the game goes sour,
it means we're out
Yeah, from
BK to the
SCA all day
Yeah, from the bricks to the 206
Brooklyn
Now here's my chance to get
back at you
Bruton
Guru 
