Jurassic 5 Follow

Now, are you ready to play the game? No
Are you ready to play the game? Yeah
The Game, playing to survive
Aiming to win anyway they can

Yo, yo, pass the ball, final casting call
First of all, verbal basketball
Off the glass, smash your jaw, too fast for y'all
You might take a nasty fall
Trying to stick with the prehistoric passenger

All breath, no physical contact
Bounce back, demonstrate invincible bomb raps
Not no hustler, no player or speakin' no crime crap
I'm vocally trying to score before my time lapse

Full court press, hands in your chest
Runnin' 'cause I'm a rebel with the ghetto connects
No fouls, just checks, make a brother sweat
Word for y'all to earn my reject

Get it out of here, attack from the rear
Y'all niggas ain't nothin' but some bitch ass queers
I'll be in your ear, increase the fear
Rippin' with the shears as the crowd just cheers

Bring on the opposition 'cause my position is to shut you down
As the basketball pounds on the concrete floor
Envisioning moves to freak brothers every which way
Dominating like Doc J.

Pass me the rock, I know just what to do with it
It's real vivid, I pivot through the lane
Three hundred and sixty behind my back
I take your monkey ass to the rack like Jerry Stack

I'm saw by most recruiters and heavily recommended
Stickin' your best shooters, they lower verbal percentage
It's takin' its toll, 24-second clock control
Stoppin' this obstacle, impossible

I was the number one [Incomprehensible]
Project in the city prospect
Now, that's something that you can believe
So be it, whether pro or collegiate, the hit but don't miss
Prime time the offense, switch

Y'all can't ball, y'all can't ball
Yo ref, where's the tech? Man, make the call
The game is gettin' tight verbal victories in sight
What counts is what you write not concerned about the hype

My rhymes go baseline so why you tryin' to take mine?
Last man tried just died inside the paint line
I bank rhymes, got a call so I flex
I'm on the foul line with a few verses left
When my flow hits the net, the next brother flex

I put my foot in the pavement with the brothers I'm raised with
Play with and break dance back in the days with
And still in the game with 12 points, 4 assists
Get up in the game, in your face like swish

Crash the boards with metaphors
In the air like a concord, aiyyo, what you out for?
Aiyyo, I'm out for the whole score
22 flat seconds for me to win
I can't win for losin' with this cheatin' ass ref

My squad's supreme so I don't need Clyde or the dream
Next time you play the game, boy, pick a better team
Your choice is short when you on a concrete court
But my mental cohorts is 'bout to change the whole sport

Give me the pill, boy, crossover with the skills
Wrap around pass, fly right past your grill
Take off from half court, in some J5 shorts
The rap band with the man when my words play sports

Comin' through your lane, with pure skills so stand clear
Vocal charge is a mirage, I still stand here
Damn near, make your shit look soft like Pam Grier
Fans cheer for the paragraph Bill Lambier

Show me the rock so I can show these fool what I got
He's heating up, fuck that, I'm flaming hot
Verbally take you to the blacktop and wreck shop
Turn my game up a notch, pass me the rock
1 on 1, 3 on 3, 5 on 5, horse, 21

It really don't matter 'cause, son, you'll still get done
Yo, you should know better
Than try to barter with this globetrotter
Militious, vicious dunks, I'm Vince Carter

And it's the high draft pick, flashin' it [Incomprehensible]
Still can penetrate and slightly overweight
But whatever it takes, my shot can elevate
No pain, no gain for the brothers with no game

Now, are you ready to play the game? No
Are you ready to play the game? Yeah