SportsVille

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C-Rayz Walz - Rap

SportsVille

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Duration: 3:17

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[Intro: C-Rayz Walz] Player, stop playing. Player, stop playing. Yo [Verse 1: C-Rayz Walz] This is SportsVille, thoughts kill just like Ds I read, study lessons, build my "Degrees" Walk with athletic, I become aesthetic My flows put egos on the injured list Catch an assist to the medics when I set it Yo, I "Make It Happen"—nobody let it Motivated by critics and skeptics And still bubble my stat on the low in tanks of septic Triple-double bond to myself, power forward Drop steps, slap backboards, leave rims swollen Elbows fall on your face like Hulk Hogan Half-court trap. Now you stuck—where you going? Getting off the train like (Boom boom), controlling y'all Closing doors, envision myself as a bowling ball The peoples are pins—I strike to get out But they too gutter to fall in—no doubt [Hook: C-Rayz Walz] This is SportsVille, thoughts kill just like Ds Surrounded by players, this MC referee Whether you above the rim or beneath the gutter This is the game of life—you'll soon discover [Verse 2: C-Rayz Walz] Dressed up—foreign uniform. It's steel through your peephole Slam dunking tracks for nothing—call it a free throw Team Cactus. Selfish actions make you warm the bitch Ball 'til you fall, prepare for the tournament I drop fluids like water boys for soul quenching Thinking "Long Range," always goaltending Sending you back to the locker with your season slow-ending My co-defenders are so relentless Full-court pressure. My opponents lie swollen Whose thought lesser. Triangle offense—wide-open Behold the pyramid. The hole—there it is Explode like strange science experiments One-on-one. Cheat, you a dead man A bubblegum explosive placed in your headband Detonated by a button in my wristband Think that's ill? Chill. Just wait 'til I switch hands [Hook: C-Rayz Walz] (x2) This is SportsVille, thoughts kill just like Ds Surrounded by players, this MC referee Whether you above the rim or beneath the gutter This is the game of life—you'll soon discover [Verse 3: C-Rayz Walz] Time out! Let's huddle, get the cypher correct And find out why vets struggling, fight for a check To intercept your intellect, first down: some respect In life, bang in the paint like it's three seconds left Understand the scoreboard, don't beef with the rep When traveling, watch you feet, peep step Hair-salon-style—pass the tracks, bubble weekly And my cuts keep Barbers running back like Tiki (What he say?) Instant replay in slow motion Rocking a New Jersey like Hoboken Do the knowledge to those who suppose checking your style Won't lead to a technical foul is hectic and wild Both sneakers tied together—I feel y'all tripping Illegal defense—now here's the tip-in This is the bright highlight. Freeze the frame And look at the Wizards—true players never leave the game [Hook: C-Rayz Walz] (x2) This is SportsVille, thoughts kill just like Ds Surrounded by players, this MC referee Whether you above the rim or beneath the gutter This is the game of life—you'll soon discover

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