Lupe Fiasco Game Time Lyrics

As I gently push upon the scene, I feel like ammunition from a *sling shot*
Im trying to get triple sevens on my slot machine, and *knuckle up with time like a ring watch*
With no wings, hustle man, sittin in the rubberband of *Dennis the Menace's weapon of choice*
With the windows of his soul dead intended on the tinted windows of a Rolls
Broken glass on the driver's seat of a Royce
*Now how im 'posed to sit*, from Mr. Wilson droppin dime, before another penny's spent on this game
Before i cough up a cost and invest another thought i'll walk without my bucket of change
But im poor- materially speaking so
I cant be leavin this casino, with less than a c-note
Even if it takes a grand to get it i'll ride
*Just to see that my sedan has just been vandalized*

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Game Time
Dont get caught up in the magic, keep your brain right
Cuz things aint what they same like
It dont matter what they say just get the name right
Thats L as in Little
U as opposite of me and
P as in Pistol
and E as in E
Now playas say that boy walka like a man
Treat ya like ya fam and talka like a G

Now this is art, tailor made,
*Sharp, wrists'll kill razor blades*
I do *my part*, i chill like the *barber* of seville, homie...its like im paid to *fade*
Turn around and pay my dues with the wages made
---And then I tip like what a waitress paid
I'm a ghetto *superstar*, handprints chillin and my name written where the pavement lays
Turn around and place my shoes where the names engraved
Then a, game is played til im rain delayed
Now thats my zone, but im far from an *actor, homes*
Like a *star map*, this a G talking like Sesame Street
Referee the beats that im rappin on- They trying to derail my train of thought
But i'm *Bruce Willis*, i dont feel it, while u *break yourself like a car jack*, This is hard black like where my palms at

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Now back to my *scrap with time*, my tap with the tickin
I make my fist, wrap my wrist
Leave my ring on, i can never get enough, *punch my clock*, *clock* my grip
n____s try to *pull my card*, stop my shift
Shift me to that graveyard and *knock my hustle*
They hope i *domino* and *free up my delivery* and at the same time mark my magnificence
im just trying to do the *opposite of left*, as long as theres the *opposite of death*
Yes, you test and i just might bring the *opposite of life*, til theres no one the *opposite of right*
Check as u bop down *writers block and cant find it*, I *ADDRESS*
I correct, you a dress, *I a pair of pants
I am Motorola you are just a pair of cans
Couple coca-colas and a string
Playa, im bout my *green like martian's skin*
-A sinner on the sidewalk they waving to from the floats in a parade
Saints go marchin in

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