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The Game Is Over
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records

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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%


Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Calamari Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%


Category:
Urban


Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Rock


Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Barrio, Chaotic, City, Dark, Drive By, Drugs, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Guns, Mean, Ominous, Prison, Scary, Street, Urban


Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer


BPM:
95


Key:
Em


Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo


Time Signature:
4/4


Lyrics:
The Game Is Over

THE GAME IS OVER

Lost and found six feet in the ground
If you don't pay attention gonna be locked down
The game is over

No busters no dust fast feet trust in the street
Plenty of possibilities in the life of a hustle
It was april 17 1985 my only street mission was to just stay alive
Thrived upon a game made people insane
Introduced by the same CIA who had made it that way
In the first damn place had to meet a money
Named school O.G. for a fee he could get you anything you need
Top speed hopped fences threw bricks saw tricks
Had a funny feeling in my gut that this was it
Believe I'll proceed to the next level devils
Had my situation twisted got to get lifted
Got to find the gifted put the money in
my palm son before you get rocked

Chorus

circle round the block just to get a different approach
if I hadn't done this wouldn't a seen the laser scope

back to proceeding with the feeling I was dealing with
I had to cross to Brooklyn cats got my back
but stopped dead in my tracks for some fiends wanted crack
I said get the hell away he said make my day
Had a split decision it's a scout no doubt must be other soldiers
Gunnin for me en route right about then schooly hit me up
The fiend got distracted threw him in the cut
Now I hopped the d train just to make it quick
All these fools on my trail got my head feeling sick
Now I just relax til I cover my tracks
Felt this tap on my shoulder didn't dare look back
Saw the kids reflection 22 my midsection
Didn't have a second so I dropped him quick

Chorus



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