Текст песни Game On - Muxaveli

Okay, so they tell me that I don't belong, right
So that's what's up, okay
I know, haha, I know
Yeah, okay

Now, it's on
You done wrong
They try to tell me that I can't rap in English
But they love to listen to rappers who move their mouths while spitting in gibberish
I have always worked hard on my delivery
And lyrics they try to jack my style and call me a mimic
I guess spreading lies and benefiting off others' hard work is their gimmick
But I ain't worried about these sleeping folks who claim to be woke
While they are not stuck in
But they are the ones who give life to this matrix
Playing their dirty tricks
And then they pretend like they are the ones to fix
I look past their hysterics and the holier-than-thou merit
I wish like Alan and Jumanji, they all would perish
They all would perish

Now, it's on
You done wrong
Now, it's on
You done wrong
Game on, game on, game on, game on

So I make another album to prove them wrong
Focusing on every beat of these songs
Mixing and mastering, no matter it takes me how long
I gotta sound right for myself, for others
No matter whatever you do
It all can still be wrong
Then there are others who tell me
Here in hip-hop I don't belong
But when I see them copying my concepts
Oh yeah, nah
You and I, it's never wrong
In the chess game, I never underestimate the pawn
No matter how many scenarios in your mind you have drawn
One moment you were on
And now that time is gone
If you don't ever work on yourself
While jacking someone else's idea
You're a con, for everyone a thorn
And in another few minutes, just a bygone
Consider yourself cancelled
Now, existent to me, you are non
Existent to me, you are non

You done wrong
And now, it's on
You done wrong
And now, it's on
Game on

If you ever wanna test me hands-on
Let's get in the octagon
So that I can have a cage where you rattle on
You don't need to be beating up on me your own
Wife comes to visit you and does that for us like a marathon
A time once upon
There was this friend who acted like
He or she belonged to the upper echelon
While jacking rhymes from Roddy Rich and at times from Stefflon Don
Trying to offer these like a leprechaun
Decepticons get ready as here comes Megatron
Demolishing, reaching every proton and electron
So that they can reform with a neutron
This childish mentality is what they settle on
Treating unaware people like a paragon
Then behind their backs they ramble on
As on their idols their eyes were set upon
But now they are gone
And then they chose to come back
To the person they looked down upon
When you head back to me just remember
It's always game on
You done wrong
Game on