"For Glory In The Game"; written and produced by K. Dahl for Angrakian Music. Instrumental produced by Statik Selektah; this song is not intended for sale or distribution for profit. Warning: explicit content.
LYRICS:
Statik Selektah on the beat! Let's go!
Chorus:
I do it for the paper I do it for the haters
I do it for my fam g'head clap your hands
I'm just an emcee trying to make me a name
So I do it for my people and for glory in the game
Ooh! I do it for my people and for glory in the game
Glory in the game
Just an emcee trying to make me a name
Do it for my people and for glory in the Ooh!
Verse 1
I got a sick flow, so sick in fact
I got the game gasping from an asthma attack
But fuck a choke-hold, yo, what we need
Is to pop our polos and let the game breathe
I'm all about my paper, fuck all the haters
I just chill and put the beef in the 'fridgerator
Handle my business and squash the shit later
Talking won't save you, I'm no savior
I'm just waiting patient until I'm out of here
Writing and ripping raps until God appears
So I can meet the motherfucker, face to face
Tell Him to back off I make my own fate
Play my own game, race at my pace
Earn what I make and take, what I earn
Because I learned that the rules should be bended and mended
To a code of ethic to find glory in the game
Chorus:
Repeat
Verse 2
I find it funny people can't stand what I say
Maybe it's envy because they don't understand what I say
Either way I don't care if they hate, and try to take
What I say to a place I didn't create
Nevertheless make no mistake, I appreciate
Every hand that reached out and helped me be a man in this game
Because you understand I ain't fake
I take what I can when I'm handed a plate
I don't demand cake, bread butter my mandate
States that I am who I am today because of
The way I raised Mom prayed I would stand great
Which is why I talk when I see a damn fake
Political actress trying to act like a damn saint
It's a shame the game's going to waste
Because Lil Wayne's got a yacht in the mainstream lake
Just wait until the Underground comes up from underground
Chorus:
Repeat
Verse 3
My friends are my enemies, struck with jealousy
So I keep a sharp eye on the sky and clouds
I know I seem to spit so effortlessly,
But I put all I got into these bars I'm proud
And I don't give a God damn about my opposition
I'm playing my position never had shit given
I pray for my homies on the block like 'amen!'
They got it twisted letting the game play them
But yo I know the rules so I go to school
Ain't too cool for nothing, the beats bumping
And my lyrical skills still fulfill like mineral pills
Or federal bills, the reason why criminals kill
That's the reason why we living, taking and not giving
A fuck about karma, or superstition
And I know this ain't the type of music you're used to
But I couldn't be more stoned if I fucked Medusa (Damn!)
Chorus
Repeat x2
Nice..... Damn hommie...Your still spittin that fire.... Hot...! ;) ~Chris~ ~Pct3ch~
Pct3ch 3 months ago