Guru, jazz -matized mixed
In the building with my partner,
Got our peeps in the house,
new scholars in common market
Can't let the game go sour
But still the same, it's al right
Of course they want a stereotype,
I can't let the game go sour, it needs me
I'm hungry like the black olive,
I'll snatch your mic up quick
sit back and light up shit
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,
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
And not returning for more,
that's like your favorite pro baller not returning to score
I can't let the game go sour,
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,
Torch run to hold the flame for the devout
I can't let the game go sour,
My latest tastes have me doin'
Flavor made wait for paper,
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,
Clue in the gambler, ante up
Stakes have been raised to
Recognize that the player
I testify the motion of the
Undisturbed, undeterred by
the actions of the faction
Serve to disperse the people,
and put em in position like
no wranglers that hang with all ground
Platform for the contribution
Enlist them in the booth,
salute the gentleman son, come on
and the power is not free
I can't let the game go sour,
I can't let the game go sour,
hold the flame for the devout and see
I can't let the game go sour,
Now here's chance to get back in
unless you're tryin' to own me
possibly my soul properties
This camaraderie built for longevity
There's no guarantee if I fall,
And so my weaponry of choice
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,
And that's the reason that your heart's
the same size as your fist
The context is more than just
and we ain't even started yet
It's just half of how hot shit can get,
Yeah, if the game goes sour,
Yeah, from the bricks to the 206
Now here's my chance to get