Part of the Game - Lone Catalysts
Lone Catalysts
Yo
I grab these microphones to live son
Pay the rent put food on the table
Got a roof over my head
But I take it serious
No joke
Comin straight out the box
First edition nutrition
From musicians
Food for thought when you listen
I been around the atlas countries and states
Everybody knows the Catalysts bumps
Beats and breaks
The most true to life rap tactics for practise
The fact is I tilt a ni**a off his axis
The way that Sands taxes doin his mic matches
Somethin massive
Let me explain what the wrath is
Four hundred years of oppression
Anger aggression
And the anxiety of a blackman stressin
The devil keep on testin
Always gotta offer his suggestions
Make it seem greater when it's less than
That's just tricknowledge
They teach you it from high school through college
So you can go out and get them dollars
It's just a game they play to see
Who has the fattest wallet
That's why most blacks smoke crack
And most white alcoholics
I grab these microphones to live son
Rest in peace Big Pun
Because you know another day
You're not promised to live one
Yo the streets are hot most blocks are like a prison
So if you're lookin for love kid
You gots to give some
Man these days are cold-blooded
Everyone's butted
Rock jewels that stay flooded
The weak they never cut it
Sometime I be like 'what if'
But ain't a damn thing gonna change
Cause it's just part of the game
Aiyo I slap-box lyrics through mics
The smooth type
That move right into a state of mind to fight
Cause it's all ground zero
My street level bureau
We'll play this game until we master it like Ken Duro
So what's your role
My part is the aural
Sub-moral
Lone Catalysts remain plural
I'm like a ni**a re-in' up
Heading out to Laurel
Maryland in a caravan to a rural
Spot to make a drop-off
That's how I hustle my raps to prosper
Cause MC's disappear like Jimmy Hoffa
The hungriest cats are at the crib
Writin this very minute
They see the pennant and wanna win it
That's how styles get invented
Y'all new jack timid frontin-a** niggas
Rhymes be rented
I got no respect for y'all
Y'all probably be the next to fall
You wanna bang kid
Should be waitin for the ref to call
A time-out
So you can find out
Any possible way to exit this rhyme bout
Because you know another day
You're not promised to live one
Yo the streets are hot
Most blocks are like a prison
So if you're lookin for love kid
You gots to give some
Man these days are cold-blooded
Everyone's butted
Rock jewels that stay flooded
The weak they never cut it
Sometime I be like 'what if'
But ain't a damn thing gonna change
Cause it's just part of the game
Okay now let me get back to the session at hand
My DJ's name is Jason Rawls I don't need no band
Yo I travel across the land microphone in hand
Do some dates out west so I can work on my tan
I guess it's just the rap life
Y'all know who y'all niggas act like
Quick to blaze the bag pipe
And talk about the last night
Some are real grimey
Muthaf**kas up in the fast life
Don't give a damn about rap
Cause they're stresin the crack price
And grip the Mack tight
Some niggas frail like a glass pipe
With more bodyguards than
Bill Clinton around they a** type
To walk the streets
At night carryin a flashlight
Some are players grabbin
All the mamis on they a** tight
Bust it some smoke w**d
Get skeed hashis
Dust and ecstacy shrooms and drink
Booze
For all my rappin niggas I hope we link soon
Get yours I'm gettin mine cause it's about time
Because you know another day
You're not promised to live one
Yo the streets are hot
Most blocks are like a prison
So if you're lookin for love kid
You gots to give some
Man these days are cold-blooded
Everyone's butted
Rock jewels that stay flooded
The weak they never cut it
Sometime I be like 'what if'
But ain't a damn thing gonna change
Cause it's just part of the game
A life
Yo I wanna give a shoutout to everybody
In hip-hop who couldn't be here
Yo Big Pun
Freaky Tah
Big L
Scott La Rock
Trouble T Roy
MC Trouble
Keith Cowboy
Peace
We miss you
