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...yeah, well, we're playing a game here, pal Ukraine is game to you? How 'bout I take your little board and smash! They said, "Go back where you came from" Can't go where I came from As a kid we escaped it, man, that shit ain't no game that's fun Outsider since day one, been that since way young Used to squirm in the seat when teachers called out my name, son Bells that my name rung, hell that my fame brung Might just roll up, like, "Hold up, was you saying sumn?" Don't reach for your waist stuntin', my droogy, I ain't dumb Only thing you herbs ever shot was a paint gun Only whip you skrt in the lot's an arcade one The ones where you race 'em, mo'fuckers straight bums My voice alone left lames stunned, they caught heart attacks My team rare like artifacts, surprisingly, I'm the tame one This thing 'bout to Popov, never ran when it popped off Traded my culture for four wings and some hot sauce What happened to оливье? What happened to пельмени? Spare you the details, these tales I could tell plenty We used to rock stripes, used to rock Airs No matter how fire the fit, didn't fit in anywhere Droogs used to ride bikes, cut school, played the stairs for years I felt stuck, wasn't going nowhere On the outside I seemed tough, inside I was scared SongtexteIn a room full of people, feel like the only one there Had to stop givin' a fuck, really not care Live life with no fear, I'm good everywhere, legal alien And ain't no English man in New York, I really am from New York How else are you supposed to sound when you talk? After all those years smokin' Vanilla Dutches, Newports You thought I was lookin' for the rapper how I asked for Too Short The used to gawk at me like some unsightly creature Blacks and Ricans weren't eager to greet him The white kids didn't like me, neither What makes you think the rap game would be any different? Plus every mention of Jews had to do with penny-pinchin' The preview of what they try and send atcha (they'll finish ya) One minute you're large, next minute you're miniature They not inclined to co-sign shit they don't get a percentage of Just gotta remember what the fuck you got in it for, bruh Took me back to ESL, I was mad as hell Said you were Russian, was like that word had a smell Now I wear that shit like cologne, accordingly known as the YOD-father That's Mikha'el Corleone I see you tryna get that street cred, dunce I, too, used to be a loser, every Future was a meathead, once (Dump Gawd: Krutoy) Even had a pair of fronts Used to rock stripes, used to rock Airs No matter how fire the fit, didn't fit in anywhere Droogs used to ride bikes, cut school, played the stairs for years I felt stuck, wasn't going nowhere On the outside I seemed tough, inside I was scared In a room full of people, feel like the only one there Had to stop givin' a fuck, really not care Live life with no fear, I'm good everywhere, legal alien, you feel me? That's how you do it son, say sumn now Central Sports, Central Sports, everyone knows Central Sports! What's your pleasure? Hockey (hockey), football (football), skiing (skiing)! Basketball and any gear, Central Sports, you'll find it here! You love sports and I love sports, guys like us love Central Sports Central Sports, Central Sports, all for those who's into sports! Fuck outta here, I'm w—I know what I am The hardest thing to be is yourself Aus Songtexte Mania