Verbal alley-hoops from the album “Quality Control” Lyrics: All right, everybody closed up I said closed up! Now are you ready to play the game? NO! Are you ready to play the game? YEAH! The Game Playing to survive Aiming to win anyway they can Yo, yo transfer the ball, final sportfishing disposition First of all, verbal sport Off the glass, blast your jaw Too fast for y’all You strength take a filthy start Trying to follow with the prehistoric passenger (Foul Ball) All breath, no physical contact Bounce back, demonstrate invincible bomb raps Not no hustler no player or speakin no crime crap I’m vocally trying to score before my time lapse Uh! Full court press, hands in your chest Runnin’ cause I’m a rebel with the ghetto No fouls just checks, make a brother sweat articulate for y’all to earn my react Get it out of here, move from the side Ya’ll niggas aint nothin but some kick ass queers I’ll be in your ear, increase the fear Rippin with the scissors as the gathering just cheers Bring on the contestant Cause my position is to closed you downbound As the sport pounds on the concrete floor Envisioning moves to mutant brothers every which way high like Doc J. transfer me the rock, I undergo just what to do with it It’s actual vivid, I pivot, finished the lane Three hundred and sixty behind my back I take your monkey ass to the rack like Jerry Stack I’m saw by most recruiters and heavily advisable Stickin your prizewinning shooters they modify verbal percentage It’s takin its toll, 24-second clock curb Stoppin …