paroles de chanson Game Theory - The Roots
This
is
a
game
I'm
your
specimen.
This
is
a
game
I'm
your
specimen.
This
is
a
game
I'm
your
specimen.
This
is
a
game
I'm
your
specimen.
You've
got
to
let
me
know
baby
So
I
can
go,
I'd
have
to
fake
it
I
could
not
make
it
You
could
not
take
it.
Yeah,
where
I'm
a
start
it
at,
look
I'm
a
part
of
that
Downtown
Philly
where
it's
realer
than
a
heart
attack
It
wasn't
really
that
ill
until
the
start
of
crack
Now
it's
a
body
caught
every
night
on
the
Almanac
Rock
bottom
where
them
cops
gotta
problem
at
Where
them
outsiders
gettin'
popped
for
they
wallet
at
I
had
nothin'
but
I
made
somethin'
outta
that
Now
I'm
the
first
out
the
limo
like
Charlie
Mack
From
215
it's
him
the
livest
one
& He's
representin'
Philly
to
the
fullest
Blacks
the
realest
You
can't
touch
him
& not
for
nothin'
If
you
'about
Hip-Hop
then
you
gots
to
love
it
If
not
then
fuck
it
I'm
still
handlin'
Smokin'
more
reefer
than
Redman
& them
damagin'
MC's
& My
name's
Rick
Gees
you
endangered
species
For
what
I
do
I'm
about
to
up
the
fees
I'm
paperchase
motivated
I
ain't
the
one
to
play
with
These
cats
get
set
ablaze
You
can't
have
it
y'all
way
but
I'd
rather
parlay
Just
smoke
O.G.
& get
cabbage
all
day
The
way
thought
play
causes
your
main
thing
to
say
Your
style
so
splendid
you
'about
your
business
You
arousin'
my
interests
You
sharper
than
a
Shogun
You
know
the
way
it
go,
huh,
game.
Know
what
I'm
talkin'
'about?
This
is
a
game
& I'm
your
specimen.
You've
got
to
let
me
know
baby
So
I
can
go,
I'd
have
to
fake
it
I
could
not
make
it
You
could
not
take
it.
Hus,
that's
short
for
hustlers
We
Black
Inc
Raw
Life
productions
Tryin'
to
find
our
spots
amongst
the
ruckus
& Be
sucker
free,
flea
chumps
& busters
Man
yeah,
Get
'em
hus,
get
'em
hus,
get
'em
hus.
Hey
yo
I'm
tryin'
to
get
it
at
any
cost
so
it's
no
remorse
When
I'm
blastin'
off
like
you
been
askin'
for
it
When
Black
step
in
the
doors
all
hats
is
off
Your
hands
up
in
the
air
goin'
back
& forth
I'm
about
ready
for
a
classic
massacre
I'll
make
it
hotter
than
when
Shaft
in
Africa
Jump
outta
a
black
Porshe
huffin'
a
fat
cigar
Night
ridin'
on
'em
like
my
last
name
Hasselhoff
Voted
unlikely
to
succeed
'cause
my
class
was
full
of
naysayers,
cheaters
& thieves
All
it
gave
me
was
a
good
enough
reason
to
leave
& Put
the
writin'
on
the
wall
for
y'all
to
read
it
& weep
'Cause
I'm
the
force
of
the
Lord,
the
rage
of
hell
You'd
rather
head
for
the
hills
& save
yourselves
My
Man
rip
drums
like
He
ringin'
the
bells
The
King
of
the
Realm
you
seen
Him
do
His
thing
in
a
film
Come
on.
Hus,
that's
short
for
hustlers
We
Black
Inc
Raw
Life
productions
Tryin'
to
find
our
spots
amongst
the
ruckus
& Be
sucker
free,
flea
chumps
& busters
Man
yeah,
Get
'em
hus,
get
'em
hus,
get
'em
hus.
Dreams
when
M16's
with
infrared
beams
Blowin'
up
presidents'
cribs
with
cans
of
kerosene
Highjack
the
limousine
with
a
strategic
routine
Then
blast
my
enemy's
head
for
the
Caribbean
Militant
guerilla
camp
is
ready
for
war
Lay
your
corner
face
down,
place
down
your
jewels
cash
& .44
When
I
score
prepare
for
toture
Fuck
around
& make
your
town
Warsaw
I'm
from
Illadel
the
land
where
the
killers
dwell
My
technique
is
to
ambush
you
guerilla
style
My
instinct
is
of
a
killer
whale
bang
you
up
from
head
to
toe
With
lyrics
I
pack
like
a
9 millimal
My
types
subliminal
mentality
switched
to
criminal
Importing
heroin
internash
from
Senegal
A
soldier
takes
a
stripes
from
a
general
Used
the
mike
of
iron
or
led
You
choose
your
mineral.
This
is
a
game
& I'm
your
specimen.
You've
got
to
let
me
know
baby
So
I
can
go,
I'd
have
to
fake
it
I
could
not
make
it
You
could
not
take
it.
1 Livin' In a New World
2 Clock With No Hands
3 Atonement
4 Take It There
5 In The Music
6 Don't Feel Right
7 Game Theory
8 Here I Come
9 Atonement
10 Take It There
11 Dilltastic Vol Won(derful)
12 False Media
13 Game Theory
14 Don't Feel Right
15 In the Music
16 Baby
17 Baby
18 Here I Come
19 Long Time
20 Clock With No Hands
21 Livin' In a New World
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