Part of the Game

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 [ VERSE 1: J. Sands ] 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 nigga 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 [ Hook: J. Sands ] 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 [ VERSE 2: J. Sands ] 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 nigga 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-ass 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 [ Hook ] [ VERSE 3: J. Sands ] 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 muthafuckas 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 ass, type To walk the streets at night carryin a flashlight Some are players grabbin all the mamis on they ass tight Bust it, some smoke weed, 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 [ Hook ] 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