The Game's Over by Jon Murdock
The Game's Over by Jon Murdock

The Game’s Over

Jon Murdock * Track #8 On Dark City, Part 2

The Game’s Over Lyrics

[Intro]
Yo, Jon Murdock
The game's over
Move like a soldier
Check it, yo

[Verse 1]
As I dip in the darkness, I hit all the targets
Sniper rifle, type to ignite you, so move cautious
It's Foundation, fucker, your foundation's fucked up
Bin Laden your squadron, bomb 'em, who fucking want what?
I rock all polo, I watch all go low
Look out for cops snapping photos, like I don't know
'Cause now I push a Lexus, point blank, I wreck shit
You thinking otherwise, listen up kid, yo, check this
I'm gone in 60 seconds, I wreck sessions, your best sentence is senseless
Reckless intentions, I test your best shit
Rhymes you claim are precious, I bench press 'em in 10 reps per second
And let you know, stressin' who the best is
Let two shottys off at Ducatis, I move quickly
Dryin' [?] a cause to act violently, I see you eyein' me
Hold piece shooters, blow three Rugars, meet Medusa
Weed abuser, stare, snake eyes, stone inducer
I dip within a minute, it's sick what I do for digits
Shaky, fidgety, picture me, spit shit, with no witness
Hold shottys, body your people, it's closed casket
The game's over, popping the pistol, I blow the fastest

[Interlude]
The game's over for you punk motherfuckers out there that keep bitin' and bitin' and bitin'
Stealing commercial beats for your benefit, fuck y'all

[Hook]
You think you thug now and hold guns like a soldier?
Catch two to the chest, nah dog, that shit's over
Rock a white tee to your knees and listen to Hova?
He quit the game now, nah kid, that shit's over
Rhyme over commercial beats and say you spit like king cobras?
You biting people's shit, nah dog, that shit's over
Say you got a group and your squad looks like [?]
Wear protective padding, two shots, that shit is over

[Verse 2]
Check the program, protect your homeland, secure the vicinity
Murdock, the enemy remedy, who you pretend to be
Couldn't get signed if you applied for the army
Navy, or war draft pick when over eighteen
Couldn't get a deal from the DA in your district
I spit shit, explicit exquisite, so you pricks just
Know that I'm not playin', aimin' this Ron Reagan
I'm raisin' the stakes towards this hatred, it's Foundation
We stay fucking you, play war games like George W
Bush pushed the button, I'm coming through to muffle crews
Your bubblegoose gets fifteen shots, vendetta Beretta
Never fold under pressure, hockey check your chest in
Play with lots of sides: suicide, homicide
This side, the other side, genocide, but yet to die
Peep the Apollo 13, creed and follow
Kevin hollow, men get drago'd, hit like rock though
Balboa constrict and squeeze, MCs' dreams weak
Exceed speeds, a thousand CCs from a clean sheet
You laugh and beef, but your man'll run
I'm the type to snatch up trees like Daniel's son
My red dead revolver spark ya, you can't conquer
Blast through your start up, parker, you rocked from lock up
Ten years in from chopping the block up
Back on the same path you knocked, they called the cops up
Better than being Jon 'Dock'd up, call the doctor
Hoffa, Jimmy you simply, when sipping Vodka

[Interlude]
The game's over for you punk motherfuckers out there that keep bitin' and bitin' and bitin'
Stealing commercial beats for your benefit, fuck y'all

[Hook]
You think you thug now and hold guns like a soldier?
Catch two to the chest, nah dog, that shit's over
Rock a white tee to your knees and listen to Hova?
He quit the game now, nah kid, that shit's over
Rhyme over commercial beats and say you spit like king cobras?
You biting people's shit, nah dog, that shit's over
Say you got a group and your squad looks like [?]
Wear protective padding, two shots, that shit is over

The Game’s Over Q&A

When did Jon Murdock release The Game’s Over?

Jon Murdock released The Game’s Over on Mon Sep 13 2010.

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