He Got Game Lyrics by Public Enemy

He Got Game Lyrics

    If man is the father of the son
    Is the center of the earth
    In the middle of the universe
    Why is this verse comin
    Six times rehearsed
    Don't freestyle much so
    I write em like such
    Amongst the fiends
    Controlled by the screens
    What does it all mean
    All this shit i'm seein
    Human beings scream vocal javelins
    Signs of a local nigga unravelin
    My wandering
    Got my ass wondering
    Where christ is
    In all this crisis
    Hatin satan
    Never knew what nice is
    Check the papers
    While i bet on isis
    More than your eye can see
    And ears can here
    Year by year
    All the sense disappears
    Nonsense perseveres
    Prayers laced wit fear
    Beware
    2 triple 0 is near

    Damn was it somethin i said
    Pretend you don't see
    So you turn your head
    Race scared of it's shadow
    Does it matter?
    Thought areparations
    Got em playin wit the population
    Nothing to lose
    Everythings approved
    People used
    Even murders excused
    White men in suits
    Don't have to jump
    Still theres 1001 ways
    To lose wit the shoes
    God takes care of ol folks and fools
    While the devil takes care
    Of makin the rules
    Folks don't even own themselves
    Payin mental rent
    To corporate president
    1 outta 1 million residents
    Be a dissident
    Who ain't kissin it
    The politics of chains and whips
    Got the sick
    Missin chips and championships
    What's love got to do
    Wit what you got
    Don't let a win get to your head
    Or a loss to your heart
    Nonsense perseveres
    Prayers heed wit fear
    Beware
    2 triple o is near

    It might feel good
    Sound a lil somethin
    Damn the game
    If it don't mean nuttin
    What is game who got game
    Where's the game
    In life
    Behind the game
    Behind the game
    I got game
    She got game
    We got game
    They got game
    He got game
    That millenium
    Just be killin em
    Scary
    Like lies buried in the library
    When did a state pen
    Correct anything
    When piles of us
    Still be catchin the bus
    When stacks of cats
    Packin laundry mats
    Paid the preachers back
    But where the teachers at?
    I ain't even gotta ask it
    As who's underpaid and
    Fouled at the basket
    I can't blame the envy
    At who gettin the benjis
    And takin grants for granted
    Last i checked pyramids
    Wasn't built like projects
    Or on government checks
    Modern day thugs
    Ain't got no guts
    Pardon the expression
    Under governor nuts
    Last time in a church
    Be the last time in a church
    Dead pledged alliance
    To many cd's and movies
    Leaving reality
    Believing fantasy
    Bleedin fatalities
    Too many formalities
    Prayers laced wit fear
    Beware
    2 triple o is here

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