Pete Rock
Soul Survivor
Tha Game
(featuring Raekwon, Ghostface Killah and Prodigy)
[Raekwon]
Wall to wall
That's my word
I own approximately everything you got
You heard it, that's right
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 glazin Purple Haze patients
Blazin asians in Mercedes Benz stations
Yo movin through the tavern, guns that burn, sons that learn
Stabbin an intern, corporate book of words
Icatollah Motorolas, gun reloaders, broads with rollers
When wet lense stolers, Lex glowers who owe us
Called up Comissionary Gordon
Son go warn the warden that the lord is back, rollin with his sword again
Mix tape, masturbation mate rate plates ice traits
Guns wit bitches jumpin outta white cakes
It's on for real, indeed, Lex Leonardo, shells that's hollow
Six whipper through the fifty two globe of horror
Carry the stainless steel armor
Nurtured in church, avenue drama
Yo african gold from Ghana
Puffin these marijuanas make Allah catch Alzheimers
Feedin bread to birds, yellin fuck old timers
Chorus:
It's called game, getcha life killed, game recognize
Write wills, gain slight chills, things stay the same, game
Subliminary mills, smash grills, night chills
Regardless what paw things won't be the same, game
You'll getcha life killed, game recognize
Write wills, gain slight chills, things stay the same, game
Subliminary mills, smash grills, night chills
Mic skills, baby paw won't be the same, game
[Prodigy]
(Check this out, one two, yeah yeah)
This is me P no doubt
Segregate those fake punks
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 Christians
151 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 your intentions, you wanna glow for the moment
Throw on your two Penny's 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 inside malevolent
You don't belong in my eyesight, P's a powerful soldier
Of the light and things won't be the same, the game's over
[Raekwon]
Chorus
[Ghostface Killah]
MC ultra, high brolic bankroll, alcohol vulture
Garlic balls dice the shield of ocre
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 statue of praise, 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 spastic
Snatch RZA last piece of fish right off the glass dish
Butter roll beats, bagel tracks, wavey hair, decks
Lay it down straw hat style, Butterball crown
Time life investments, when broke I rode the old testament
Crashed domes, now perform excellence
Words with the president, brunch with Yeltsin
Gorbachev under Meth's nuts, he out in Belgium
Six and a half monkeys, twelve Nazis
Four disappear, three-eight-two-one flash in thin air
God's replica, no wheel drive, motionless mind cresica
Tilt the hat like Esther
Chorus
[Pete Rock]
Hey yo 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 pirahana
There's a million style biters who try to create
Make no mistake, real niggaz challenge the fake
Most valuable SP-1200 gold medals
Rae, Progidy, Ghost rhyme professional
The original Pete Rock is like soul on ice
Dynamite with the mic device
Now roll the dice for the game of death
Snake eyes baby paw the Boy Wonder's a threat
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