Game Theory The Roots (Ft. Malik B.)

[Intro: Sly Stone]
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

[Bridge: Sly Stone]
You've got to let me know, baby
So I can go
I'd have to fake it, I could not make it
You could not take it

[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Yeah, where I'ma start it at; look, I'm a part of that
Downtown Philly, where it's realer than a heart attack
It wasn't really that ill until the start of crack
Now, it's a body caught every night on the Almanac
Rock bottom, where them cops got a problem at
Where them outsiders getting popped for they wallet at
I had nothing, but I made something out of that
Now, I'm the first out the limo like Charlie Mack
From 2-1-5, it's him, the livest one
And he's representing Philly to the fullest
Black's the realest, you can't touch him
And not for nothing, if you 'bout hip-hop, then you gots to love it
If not, then, fuck it, I'm still handling
Smoking more reefer than Redman and 'em
Damaging MCs, and my name—'Riq, geez
You endangered species
For what I do, I'm 'bout to up the fees, I'm paper chase-motivated
I ain't the one to play with, these cats get set ablaze
You can have it y'all way, but I'd rather parlay
Just smoke O.G. and get cabbage all day
The way foreplay causes your main thing to say:
"You style so splendid; you 'bout your business"
You arousing my interests, you sharper than a shogun
You know the way it go, huh—game! Know what I'm talking 'bout?