Verse I (BIGGA):
Let me show you how to play, I'm a afficionado of a better tomorrow,
Give me a little bit if that sorrow, and follow my angry path to my rejuvenation,

I'm racin' hastily from my ba!@&(t -- amazingly, I'm goin' over the basics
of the basis that place us to the top and embrace it


Cases of aces with empty faces to wealthy place
Basics of from rags to riches -- I'm more like 'from me to kings'
I bring the (*##$in' to bithces, I'm itchin' with every shot

and bring the heat to my kitchen -- Let's play

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Verse II (BIGGA):
You got somethin' -- bring it

Let the genie out the bottle... Let the spirits of you and me kill it
Make it vivid, make a thriller out of the movie that you're bringin' for these kids
While we move to the beat of the same drum and I got the sticks


Distort the court and support for this sport
While i extort the points from your board to my port

And i deport the sort of my $$#ort short paass
While I'm takin' my time, Huh ... how long can you last


For the individual renewal of dual fuel, It's cruel
The accruel jewel will alley you up in a sewer
Dwellin' underground, refuel the underdog's fun

I'm excited for two reasons -- victory and 1

Ball to catch, I'm usin' my hands apart from the writing

Indictin' my pencil 'cause my pen's ill, I don't need a pencil
Despite of the tension between mentioned me and this night fright
Jumpin' over competition blind, like a flight from light Sprite (dunkin')


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Verse III (Paparazzi):
Life is a game, yeah we got the high score,
You can push me back down but I'm still on high floor.

Simple like a ghost, only seen on the scene,
When they say that I play, they don't mean a machine.


I'm a new school player with an old school flick,
That was born for this move so don't call it a trick.
Time isn't right but I know how to pick

Every chance that I have to beat the world, call me sick.

Attached to the game like a pong to the ping,

If you claim what I claim then show me your ring, I'm a king...
I'm on top of my nation, you just got served, even on your Playstation.


Young cool fool, I'm the strike hit under thunder,
My magic can work 'cause I'm paid for a wonder.
Yeah.. I don't hurry, I just diddle,

So I guess MVP got my name in the middle, hah.

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Verse IV (BIGGA):


While Im ridin' while tastin' the sweet, I'm hidin' my best from this beat
cuz I'm tryin' to keep it with me, like a body with a rare kidney
ridin' with faith, I'm a believer, eager beaver, either achieve a

goal or retrieve the purpose, and scratch the surface like it don't

matter, you batter the attars, let the badder smell shatter

the golden matter of my future, now it's on a silver platter
like I care, Imma dare my destiny and kid'nap it
saw me dreamin' about this as a kid, now I'm livin' it


Never slept a moment just to take advantage of this moment,
So I'm wakin' up with the same inceptions every single morning

my reception of the perception of my talents is
showin' me how to be humble on top and still find the balance


I used my shot and forgot a lot about the things before it
If I could do it like this, then you can as well fight for it
try not to get bored in trying, either die or die tryin'
but at least die with a smile on the face in the first place and
replace your fate with dunkin'


(Chorus)