The Game

[Intro]
This game here called ‘Hip Hop’
The streets
The MC’s that roam in it can be rather evil
Success is wanted by all
But yet the one that receives it shall be scorned

[Verse 1]
The game has been bitter to me back from the start
Yo, it broke my heart but I never gave up
The fact that I’m a female didn’t help me either
The whispers, the gossips, on how I made the cover
I must take some time just to thank that man
For believing when no-one took time to even see it
At least a couple of kats in SA got to feel me
That’s excluding some kats in Cap City who’s still beefing
Rap a certain way, then I’m too hardcore
I rap a certain way, then I sound like porn
I rap about the streets, and still I get scorned
Should I sound wack and just rap some poems?
I’m starting to think that if I had a penis I would make it
Or if I was ugly enough, no guy would even date me
Or if I was in with the conscious clique
Or just stay underground and let the main make it
Then I’ll be it, y’all

[Interlude]
Always trade with caution
You never know what enemies are lurking
In your sleep, and in your waking
Always look behind you
Or the knives will find you

[Verse 2]
Somebody said Hip Hop is like basketball
It’s cute when girls go but it’s the men that score
So what?
They insult y’all and y’all applaud?
Giving credits to fake rappers who sound like boys
They don’t like Supa ‘cause she wore her skirt short
I wore it just to show that I can fuck with them boys
They think it literally but in a figurative way
‘Cause when I get on any beat I plan to fuck up their day
Yes it’s the sexual connotation like no-one does it?
My haters will just say “it’s lack of skill” I guess it’s habit
Ok sue me if I tend to rap about dicks
Or since it’s a male sport you can just rap about tits
Expose our bodies in your videos while shaking our hips
Maybe I should stop rappin, be a video chick
Continue dressing the same way that I do when on stage
Say nothing, just smile, date a rapper one day
Then I’d be it, y’all

[Interlude]
A friendly smile can easily be a disguise
If you look inside a person’s eyes
You might get hypnotized
And there begins your demise

[Verse 3]
I’d like to thank the game at the end of the day
It taught me more about life than life could in one day
I learned that the media’s controlling our brains
And when a DJ says you’re it, then you’re it! (Okay)
There’s a twisted side to the coin
‘Cause if they don’t feel you and if you catch them at the wrong time
They just won’t play you
And its all about who you know that will get you known
And if you don’t know nobody just leave and go home
The love that MC's talk about is always saved for themselves
God for us all
And every man better watch for himself
You can’t have real friends
Or have a real conversation
All you’ll get is ass kissing and a couple of kats flossun
Bumpin’ their heads to songs but they don’t really listen
Hoping that you do the same when they’re on stage performing
So I must just learn to be fake and befriend a DJ
Have some toilet paper handy
Soon my song will be played
Then I’ll be it, y’all

[Outro]
This game here called ‘Hip Hop’
The streets
The MC’s that roam in it can be rather evil
Success is wanted by all
But yet the one that receives it shall be scorned