I Got Game Lyrics

I Got Game by Stig Of The Dump

• Fuck Street Fighter I got game,
• With skills to burn a rapper up in white hot flames,
• Increase the heat until you start to perspire,
• Breath in let the beat drop its nothing but, “FIRE”
• I bring heat like an arsonist,
• To concepts, stories or bars of retardedness,
• My whole attitude’s FUCK YOU,
• So if you don’t know my problem you’re probably part of it,
• Suave ass narcissist I’m the top boy,
• Self-taught you can’t learn the art from a starter kit,
• Tell me who reps hard as this,
• NO ONE I’m fatter than a wideboy marker tip,
• And that ain’t the half of it,
• EOW world champ is summat you can’t argue with,
• Heavyweights cant spar with Stig,
• ‘Cos I will end your career with E’s like Brian Harvey did,
• Spark the piff let it circulate my system,
• Then spaz out like the riots in Brixton,
• Big up all the real heads from London to Brisbane,
• The rest of you fuckers can ride my diction,

• Fuck Street Fighter I got game,
• With skills to burn a rapper up in white hot flames,
• Increase the heat until you start to perspire,
• Breath in let the beat drop its nothing but, “FIRE”

• Sick flow schitzo, pissed, living in diss mode,
• Live wire bringing hell fire & brimstone,
• I rip shows, from the suburbs to skid row,
• On much bigger beats than you’ve gotten from your big bro,
• Me & the mic connect like fists to wrist bones ,
• And cause more “Organized Konfusion” than Prince Po,
• Think you’re bigger than this?? Let me chin stroke,
• Hmmmmmm?… I DON’T THINK SO,
• It’s all gravy, mash tatties & roast beef
• Black cabs, battle raps & no sleep,
• British shit like fat yatties with broke teeth,
• And visits to the chippy keep the fat man obese,
• You never seen a rep that’s so deep,
• You don’t even get respect from your own peeps
• Wanna know your copping quality?
• Then check the F.U motif, etched in gold leaf,

• Fuck Street Fighter I got game,
• With skills to burn a rapper up in white hot flames,
• Increase the heat until you start to perspire,
• Breath in let the beat drop its nothing but,

• Guess who’s back in the mother fucking yard,
• Constantly fogging bongs or chugging jars,
• Trying to convince myself that I’m a star,
• Out of it shouting “Tarahtid Bumbaclaat”,
• And I don’t even know what that means,
• I’m just a loser who happens to be a rap fiend,
• So fuck trying to fit in with a whack scene,
• Where everybody dresses like an advert for Gap jeans,
• And if that seems ignorant,
• Make complaints via 0800 I don’t give a shit,
• I make Fuck You music,
• You don’t like it cool, fuck you don’t listen bitch,
• You see I’m in it for the jokes,
• & I’ve been in it for a minute so quick with the killer quotes,
• You’re in it for the image you idiots think you’re dope,
• But I’m a bigger lyricist equipped with the sicker flows.

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