Who is it? There comes a time Last of the red hot, lovin' emcees Who came up poor, grits and government cheese The only thing I ever really loved in
[Black Thought] Slow down when you're hitting them corners Fuck around, spill this 'gnac on my two hundred dollar suit (stop being a backseat driver man
This is a game, I'm your specimen This is a game, I'm your specimen This is a game, I'm your specimen This is a game, I'm your specimen You've got to
[Intro / Chorus: John-John: repeat 2X] Turn up the boombox, put on your hightops Come on outside, today's gon' be the day we Start livin in the new worrrld
don't feel, I can't feel it no more Seems to me nowadays things have changed I don't know if I feel the same Yo, in the land of the unseen hand and hold trouble Theorize your game
move millions Slide right in front of your eyes true brilliance It's a new bad boy on the rise Who feelin it New true skill in it Y'all the roots still
[Black Thought] Yeah, I'm from the illest part of the Western Hemisphere So if you into sight seein don't visit there It's somewhere between Jersey and
Stand up, stretch for the stars Get somebody else involved right next to ya Y'all elected me to keep it so fresh for ya Just cause I make it possible
[Chorus] Oooh It's been a long time Since I been back around the way It's been a long time Let it spin let spin let it spin Since I been back around your
As I wait for atonement Trapped in the heat of the moment Feelin' like I can't control it As I wait for atonement Trapped in the heat of the moment
America's lost somewhere inside of Littleton Eleven million children are on Ritalin That's why I don't rhyme for the sake of riddlin' False media, we
[Black Thought] Yeah, sitting in the staircase, holding back tears Looking over mad years worth of photographs Pictures of some places I ain't never going
(feat. Malik B) [Chorus A] 4X This is a game I'm your specimen You've got to let me know baby So I can go, I'd have to fake it I could not make it You
Vertaling: Die Roots. Game Theory.
Seems to me nowadays things have changed I don't know if I feel the same [Verse 1-Black Thought] Yo, in the land of the unseen hand, and hold trouble Theorize your game
: [Chorus] America's lost somewhere inside of Littleton Eleven million children are on Ritalin That's whay I don't rhyme for the sake of riddlin False
