Текст песни Lone Catalysts - Part of the Game
Lone Catalysts - Part of the Game слова песни
Lone CatalystsYoI grab these microphones to live, sonPay the rent, put food on the tableGot a roof over my headBut I take it seriousNo joke[ VERSE 1: J. Sands ]Comin straight out the box, first edition, nutritionFrom musicians, food for thought when you listenI been around the atlas, countries and statesEverybody knows the Catalysts bumps, beats and breaksThe most true to life rap tactics for practiseThe fact is, I tilt a nigga off his axisThe way that Sands taxes, doin his mic matchesSomethin massive, let me explain what the wrath isFour hundred years of oppression, anger, aggressionAnd the anxiety of a blackman stressinThe devil keep on testin, always gotta offer his suggestionsMake it seem greater when it`s less thanThat`s just tricknowledgeThey teach you it from high school through collegeSo you can go out and get them dollarsIt`s just a game they play to see who has the fattest walletThat`s why most blacks smoke crack and most white alcoholics[ CHORUS: J. Sands ]I grab these microphones to live, son, rest in peace Big PunBecause you know another day you`re not promised to live oneYo, the streets are hot, most blocks are like a prisonSo if you`re lookin for love, kid, you gots to give someMan, these days are cold-blooded, everyone`s buttedRock jewels that stay flooded, the weak, they never cut itSometime I be like `what if` but ain`t a damn thing gonna changeCause it`s just part of the game[ VERSE 2: J. Sands ]Aiyo, I slap-box lyrics through mics, the smooth typeThat move right into a state of mind to fightCause it`s all ground zero, my street level bureauWe`ll play this game until we master it like Ken DuroSo what`s your role? My part is the auralSub-moral, Lone Catalysts remain pluralI`m like ???? headin out to ????Maryland, in a caravan to a ruralSpot to make a drop-off, that`s how I hustle my raps to prosperCause MC`s disappear like Jimmy HoffaThe hungriest cats are at the crib writin this very minuteThey see the pennant and wanna win itThat`s how styles get inventedY`all new jack timid frontin-ass niggas rhymes be rentedI got no respect for y`all, y`all probably be the next to fallYou wanna bang, kid, should be waitin for the ref to callA time-out, so you can find outAny possible way to exit this rhyme bout[ CHORUS ][ VERSE 3: J. Sands ]Okay now let me get back to the session at handMy DJ`s name is Jason Rawls, I don`t need no bandYo, I travel across the land, microphone in handDo some dates out west so I can work on my tanI guess it`s just the rap lifeY`all know who y`all niggas act like?Quick to blaze the bag pipe and talk about the last nightSome are real grimey muthafuckas up in the fast lifeDon`t give a damn about rap cause they`re stresin the crack price(And grip the Mack tight) Some niggas frail like a glass pipeWith more bodyguards than Bill Clinton around they ass, typeTo walk the streets at night carryin a flashlightSome are players grabbin all the mamis on they ass tightBust it, some smoke weed, get skeed, hashisDust and ecstacy, shrooms and drink ??booze??For all my rappin niggas, I hope we link soonGet yours, I`m gettin mine, cause it`s about time[ CHORUS ]A life...Yo, I wanna give a shoutout to everybody in hip-hop who couldn`t be hereYo, Big PunFreaky TahBig LScott La RockTrouble T RoyMC TroubleKeith CowboyPeaceWe miss you