Common - The Game

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Lyrics for this video
Intro:
Raised by game
When brothers ain't fazed by fame
Raised by game
When brothers ain't fazed by fame
Let's go, Let's go
Yeah
You is hot but can't stand the flame
Ghetto pain and windows crack
The fist is like a symbol for black
Can tell the real by how the real interact
We all get lifted in the game

Chorus:
It's only right that I address this
Gotta be in it to win it
I never come lame type chillin in the game
Now get busy

Raised by game
Where niggas ain't fazed by fame.
Come to the crib, get banged, they take your chain
Stay in your lane
Broke back ain't the way of the game
My brainstorm is like I stay in the ring
My favorite was Kane, now I'm dope with weight in the game
You was hot but can't stay in the flame
Ghetto pain and windows crack
The fist is like a symbol for black
Can tell the real by how the interact
In the middle of whack my soul stick to a track
Kickback records get kicked to the back
I want big cribs and my man Ronnie to get his
Child in a good school and know what her gift is
It's global warming, the world is shifting
Watching Sweet Sixteen, Bithin-ass rich kids
You know, I know I gotta go the distance
Whether yoga or doja, we all get lifted in the game

Chorus:
It's only right that I address this
Gotta be in it to win it
I never come lame type chillin in the game
Now get busy

I never kissed the ass of the masters
I'm the black molasses
Thick and I last
Pass these rat bastards
They try to box me in like Casius Clay
Hey I'm like Muhammad when he fasted
Opposing the fascist
Make cuts and got gashes, scratches over third eyelashes
Punchlines are like jab pits to rappers
Whose careers now ashes
It's too many slashes in his name
Came in the game
From weak lines to clothing lines to an actress
I seen em dashing smash hits
I yell run nigga run
While I cook up classics
The weak hearted, become Babylon puppets
Making it hard for real hustlas
Touch the sky now and then, with a lady friend
Give thanks to the most that's how the day begins in the game

Chorus:
It's only right that I address this
Gotta be in it to win it
I never come lame type chillin in the game
Now get busy

I just wanna be like Akeelah, an achiever
From the streets of the Chi where some get high for leisure
Selling weed out of cleaners
From rocks to barber shops and beamers
Chicks with blond weaves and strong legs like Serena
The demeanor of the Ghetto, to never stay settled
Aldermen and corrupt men play Pharaoh
Good bring business to the hood like heralds
Find your own, walking by themselves in the street
The young die of cancer
I stopped eating meat
Greet the gods on 87th street like peace
Even though it's ..., got em facing the east
The game ain't tasting as sweet
Cats flow is still, and his compliance with beats
My radio station is deep , so fuck em
Progression, counting paper and blessings in the game

Chorus:
It's only right that I address this
Gotta be in it to win it
I never come lame type chillin in the game
Now get busy
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