The Game — Black Democrat Acapella Freestyle

[Verse 1: The Game] I’m feeling like a, black democrat Barack Obama, the only nigga that can catch Osama Spray lamas, get good head and fuck fly bitches with no covenant Only the kitchen oven in and rules to the government Ask the republicans how crack cocaine get smuggled in Watch them throw they hands up and say it wasn’t them As for rap, this is my lyrical asthma attack It’s all I know, the guns, the cash, the dro Fidel Castro in my own right, Capone like Mafioso, Ben Franky on the low pro Drop top Bentley, chromed out semis Two grand in popular demand like the first pennies My Audemars Piguet wrist say it's time To dethrone Jay quick, tell 'em other niggas to take six Coupe a buck fifty, what’s coming out the speakers Got every video bitch scared to fuck with me Give 'em hard dick and tampons, a shot of Patron and Don The ones trained get ran on, my crew hard Louis V sweaters on the boulevard Pull niggas cars throw up signs and bang Nas Them hoodfellas, fuck niggas, let them get jealous While we fuck their hoes and stay out the windows of propellors Gotta be the new school king, if not who is? I get the most pussy and cash and move units You bum niggas can't take my seed, i'm real Talk to Kool G Rap three times a week Still holla at Nas on the daily, only thing missin' Is the crown and a phone call from Jay Z Snoop got my back, nigga go ask him My flow is lambo, bitch, try to pass him Hit hard like maternal contractions, me and rap got A fatal attraction, what the fuck happened? To the new KRS-ONE, the Kool Hercs? These new school niggas got the old school merked Where are the new KRS-ONE, the Kool Hercs? These new school niggas got the old school merked Niggas ain't gon' never be on my level, get a shovel Dig a hole bitch, and polly' with the devil You're a Ipod hustler, i'm a 80's baby for real Born in '79 and bred to kill You fascinated with your watch, the chain, that wack ass bling Ask them how to spell Big Daddy Kane You'll never blow, mattafact, you'll never know Why Dame and Jay just let Roc-A-Fella go You'll never blow, and you'll never know Why Dame and Jay just let Roc-A-Fella go That was The Dynasty - minus me I was just five years short of my rhyming spree Motherfuckers