[Intro]

Yo, yo, yo

[Chorus]

I wish that I had something to say

That could wipe that smile right off of your face

Here take my hand pretend you know my man

Blame it all on the game, blame it all on the game

[Interlude]

To cold dis another's a thing that we love

So here's another one to get jealous of, do it Ja!

[Verse 1]

So push your hand up if you remember the Juice Crew

They don't make em' like they used to

This supposed to be the new school?

Your guns are aimless, songs are nameless

How long you been famous?

I claim this region two hundred-mile radius

Twin Cities' flavors Rhymesayers got the tastiest

And you can hate me, it's part of the territory

As long as you know it's impossible to ignore me

From middle fingers to hugs, tofu to the drugs

The fight's fists, might as well just take pictures of Slug

And live out your own life to the fullest

Why you starin' at my feet when you're standin' in this bullshit?

You could never learn how to ride a bike without balance

So what's the point of trying to grab the mic without talents

Go get your brakes looked at, you fucking fake hood rat

Wanna be the basement's greatest? Too late, already took that!

Father knows best, but Father knows stress

But Father needs love, a back rub, and some rest

Damn he could use a good home cooked meal

Been burnin' both ends since he broke the seal

Up, up and away, watch him take off

Give himself a little hell and quit the day job

And ignite the sunlight, tryin' to write about life

About face, break the fear, and you're here till the plight

[Chorus]

And I wish that I had something to say

That could wipe that smile right off of your face

Here take my hand pretend you know my name

And blame it all on the game, blame it all on the game

[Verse 2]

Cats be walkin' into the spot like they own it

Wearin' a face that they should save for they opponents

With the shoelaces tied, yet too wasted to drive

Either way I've arrived to bless this place with my vibe

Yeah right, my vibe ain't even cool

I sit in the corner and drink until I slur and drool

The t-shirt says "Shoot pool, not people

Kill time, not life, grab the mic and let the beat go"

(Beat go beat go beat go)

But that's good for me

It's hard to hide a magic card when you wear a short sleeve

Force feed what I've got when they not hungry

Tryin' to replace everything that they ripped off from me

Bloat the tummy, and choke the dummy theory

Beat the point dead until these folks hear me clearly

Keep it all simple, a simplistic intricate

Rebuild the robots with bigger tits and little fists

Repo man, a world full of slow jams

Grab the prize and clutch it tight with both hands

Why go to serve tall talk?

Anyone that calls this fall off can suck my balls off

I ain't goin' nowhere, I'm still here, right here

Same spot that I stood when you first woke up

The same guy that grabbed the mic and made your girl wanna fuck

The same MC still runnin' on an empty tank of luck

[Chorus]

And I wish that I had something to say

That could wipe that smile right off of your face

Here take my hand, pretend you know my name

And blame it all on the game, blame it all on the game

And I wish that I had something to say

That could wipe that smile right off of your face

Come here take my hand, pretend you know

[Outro]

Blame it all on the game (Blame it all on the game)

Blame it all on the game (Blame it all on the game)

Blame it all on the game (Blame it all on the game)

Blame it all on the game (Blame it all on the game)

Blame it all on the game (Blame it all on the game)

Blame it all on the game (Blame it all on the game)

Blame it all on the game (Blame it all on the game)

Blame it all on the game (Blame it all on the game)

Blame it all on the game (Blame it all on the game)

Blame it all on the game (Blame it all on the game)

Because of the beats other rhymes, when in fact it did