here we go again another track from da brain, yal know the name, relaod wen a aim, got the back of my bros and the game, until the black rose goes on ya name be clackin ya frame, controlled by da game, wait,,,,, i am the game , fire in da booth spitn a truth as im layin shit down, for wot, to be at the top, lifes cold when its hot true not, a up grew up on the streets of rock, beat ana took the knocks, charged on and i beat the block, i keeped it locked but still we gota beat the clock, done my time inside, for wot? worldwide on the streets iv rocked, wita heat ina piza box, putn ops ina sleeper lock, think a need a beta blok, fuk that, on to the steeper rocks, i thank my cross, as i past da crux, bare feet, be stompin crocks, throwin monster trucks. with a monstrous look wtf when the black rose come ill answer that, clack aim shoot body ina boot black rose, how the game goes when the black rose come ill answer that clack aim shoot body ina boot black rose