Released on November 10, 1998

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[Intro: Raekwon]

NBA Finals 1992 MJ "The Shrug" sample

Wall to wall, that's my word

(The official adventures of)

I own approximately... everythin' you got

The verdict – that's right...


[Verse 1: Raekwon]

Yo! Call me the black champion, Guess down, wanna test now?

So let's grab the MAC and vest, bless him if he stressed out

Amazin', blazin' Purple Haze spaceships

Blazin' Asians in Mercedes Benz stations

Yo! Movin' through the tavern, guns that burn, sons that learn

Stabbin' an intern, corporate book of words

Isotoners, Motorola's, gun reloaders, broads with rollers

Moët, lens stolers, Lex glowers who owe us

Call up Commissionary Gordon

"Son, go warn the Warden that the lord is back, rollin' with his sword again"

Mixtape, masturbation mate, rate plates, ice traits

Guns with bitches jumpin' outta white cakes

It's on, for real! Indeed, Lex Leonato

Shells that's hollow, six whipper through the 52 globe of horror

Carry the stainless steel armor

Nurture the church avenue drama, yo

African gold from Ghana

Puffin' these marijuanas, make Allah catch Alzheimer's

Feedin' bread to birds, yellin' "Fuck old timers!"


[Chorus: Raekwon]

It's called game, it'll get ya life killed, game recognize

Right wills, game, slight chills, thangs stay the same – game

Subliminary mills, smash grills, night chills

Regardless of what? Pa, things won't be the same gain

It'll get ya life killed, game recognize

Right wills, game, slight chills, thangs stay the same – game

Subliminary mills, smash grills, night chills

Mic skills, baby pa, won't be the same game

(Check this out, one-two!)

(Yeah-yeah! This is me, P, no doubt)


[Verse 2: Prodigy]

Segregate those fake palms

Separate the bullshit from the authentic

Vintage rhyme division got the globe listenin'

My rap scroll belittled your goals and visions

Prohibition got my whole block pissin' Christian

One-fifty-one, dunn'll have you off-balance walkin'

Don't let your emotions get involved, talkin' to the wrong culprit

The killer be the soft spoken

So what's ya intentions? You wanna glow for the moment?

Throw in your two pennies, then you boltin'?

I rock for the few chosen who got they third minds open

Write a page that'll engage war and incite fights

Be on the look for the bright lights and North winds

The trumpets be the mics, shit size malevolent

You don't belong in my eyesight

P's a powerful soldier of the light

And things won't be the same again

It's over!


[Chorus: Raekwon]

It's called game, it'll get ya life killed, game recognize

Right wills, game, slight chills, thangs stay the same – game

Subliminary mills, smash grills, night chills

Regardless of what? Pa, things won't be the same gain

It'll get ya life killed, game recognize

Right wills, game, slight chills, thangs stay the same – game

(You're all up in the game and don't deserve to be... be... be...)


[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]

MC Ultra, high-brolic bank roll alcohol vulture

Garlic balls diced to shield the okra

Tally-ho pitty-pat Backgammon pro

Pink salmon, five spring rolls, know me, you love my intro

Half a face, wig sewed together like Manhattan Chase

Lookin' like snatchin' the place, check behind the drapes

Castor Troy layin' for Travolta, mic gun pump

Layin' on the floor, Clark's bleedin' watermelon chunks

Hold up! Sprinkle the hash, Tony chap-stick

Snatch RZA last piece of fish right off the glass dish

Butter roll beads, bagel tracks, wavy hair DATS

Lay it down straw hat style, Butterball crown

Time Life investments, when broke I wrote the Old Testament

Crashed domes now perform excellence

Words with the President, brunch with Yeltsin

Gorbachev under Meth nuts, he out in Belgium

Six and a half monkeys, twelve Nazis

Four disappear, three ate two, one flash in thin air

God's replica, no wheel drive, motionless, mind cresica

Tilt the hat like Esther


[Chorus: Raekwon]

It's called game, it'll get ya life killed, game recognize

Right wills, game, slight chills, thangs stay the same – game

Subliminary mills, smash grills, night chills

Regardless of what? Pa, things won't be the same gain

It'll get ya life killed, game recognize

Right wills, game, slight chills, thangs stay the same – game

Subliminary mills, smash grills, night chills

Mic skills, baby pa, won't be the same game


[Verse 4: Pete Rock]

Aiyo, I rumble into action, son, I'm right on target

Legendary status with the way the track started

It's on, at any second with the high stakes

Drama, the game's teeth sharp like piranhas

There's a million style biters who try to create

Make no mistake — real niggas challenge the fake!

Most valuable SP-1200 gold medals

Rae, Prodigy, Ghost rhyme professional

The original Pete Rock is like 'Soul On Ice'

Dynamite with the mic device

Now roll the dice (Word), for the game of death (Uh!)

Snake eyes, baby pa, the Boy Wonder's a threat!