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Statik Selektah

Genres: Hip-Hop

Game Break Lyrics - Statik Selektah

If the game shakes me or breaks me, I hope that 

It makes me a better man, take a better stance 

 

Look 

This song's dedicated to all the kind of Gs that seem miseducated 

A young Malcolm Red got up out of his prison bed 

Said "I'ma leave a mark on this world when I'm dead" 

X marks the spot 

A lot of clowns get shot 

But they living for nothing when he died for a lot 

From the blocks to the prison 

Many have risen and lead 

But I can't get a job cause they be testing my peace 

Man, I keep it real I got tired of calling in sick 

Waiting for an A&R to come and find me in the sticks 

Ain't had the money for school, so I applied for scholarships 

From black and Indian roots, it's amazing what you get 

Was I wonderfully crafted to piss and pay taxes 

Made a reflective master and lay on the mad tricks, get up, get out 

Get something man, cultivate a creation 

Don't blame it on your lack of education 

Go to church, go to school, Walk the earth, watch the news 

Type a person that hates what he learns called a fool 

Type a person that don't want to work called skinny 

Type of person that learns and applies I call winning 

You were wired to be hungry for more than what you currently are 

But you spoiled your appetite on these mediocre bars 

Mediocre stars is all they shooting for 

It's a wonder why we rarely get far 

 

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She got Bette Davis eyes, Phyllis Diller grill 

The game that she's name is such a killer ville! 

Killed to be killed, you might end up in a dirt 

With no guarantee to end up on a shirt 

Made to work hard up until the coffin 

So when you're hard at work, you don't get to see death's cousin often 

But why rest? When the rest of the world is like yo 

Grown man, you need to drop up some pearls! 

Them legends from the ground up pulled me through school 

Had me run up on stage and look 'em dead in they eyes 

Known to do the same, school the newest to the games 

So when they run up on stage they look 'em dead in they eye 

Phone and I'm known as a vet. 

We don't take kindly to some old school title around the neck 

Challenge the game herself to a game of wealth 

She laughed and gave me money, but I kept my fame on stealth 

Quiet money still money and we talk tall 

She got her face dolled up, white nose all on froze lines 

The snow crawled up in the calm 

They claim they dope, stay shot up in the arm 

The B. Manilow be the handle though 

They say that we made it 

But the low part check it your dated 

But if the game shakes me or breaks me 

A better man, I will become 'til the day I will be done 

 

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Uh, it's too much ice grilling with eyes closed 

It's too much ice work and fly clothes 

We gotta get our priorities in order 

Before we go and order another pair of Jordans 

Cause I got a daughter, she fine, she taken care of this time 

Or is just another D minus you get for always lying 

Can you go and put it behind us? 

So what you trying to find? 

I ain't trying to say I'm perfect, but I sure am trying 

One thing about me, feel the music in my soul 

Could have changed up, could have went the wrong road 

Seen the door opened, could have seen the door closed 

Could have seen the cup empty, but I've seen the cup full 

Now that the tank full, man, where you wanna go? 

I ain't gotta sell records for my heart to go, go 

Learn that while you're young, save a lot of heart break 

Drop jewels on your son, listen to what mom say 

Son, first was the apostle second was the prophet 

Third was the teacher, now they all watch him 

Try to be peaceful, man I'm just trying to live 

Cause Lord knows I had problems at my momma crib. 

Life had me stuck, oh, making dollars there 

But the dollars I was chasing, they was counterfeit 

So bogus, living your life hopeless 

Up against the ropes just trying to stay focused 

While I'm on this Earth, I'mma try to progress 

I know a lot of men that's rich, but they know less 

But since I guaged being rich with health, God, fam 

My friends and my fans, I'mma die a rich man! 

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