DJ Premier - Game Over lyrics

[Verse 1: Smooth B) What seperates me from the rest of these so called MCs Their rhymes dont flow like Smooth B's A fortified rhymer with vitamins and minerals Flow for the common folk, flow for the criminals For the fans, womans and inbetween ???? much like a Hip hop fiend Call me the glimmer man I rock mink, ch-ch-chinchilla, Timberland Y'all be looking for me, well here I am The ego k**er, I make a millionaire feel like he ain't got no credit Picture me falling off, please n***a forget it Don't call a hater a hater Call him lotion, they always waiting and you put on with no devotion Real n***as do real things And fly b**hes, fall for Smooth B like puppets with Dutch strings Paid In Full like AZ ???? And rich porter, next quarter, watch some careers get shorter Game Over [Verse 2: Smooth B] I dont just spit on the mic - I throw up And when I'm finished - I blow up When it comes to writing poetry - I show off Like Bismarck, I go off, I go off Most competitive, most compatible, equilateral I break it down on the beats, its mathematical Real players eat lobster shrimp When I pop my collar - I look like a pimp In Harlem like Dan I'm dapper The rappest rapper I go to Hot Pock for rice and beans and red snapper When I'm fed up, most fairly I get firey I'm not a bad boy, but I bust off like Michael Iry Drop seven hits for seven songs before Diddy Ask Diddy, who the real prince of the city? Emperor like Hirohito, you small like a mosquito I'm fillest to fall like ???ito ???? say magnefico Bad b**hes say, are you from New York or Puerto Rico From the Bronx, I was raised doing that ???? burrito The man standing next to the man like I was Chico Give me big chicken and ???? ???? with ???? fritos Don't make me pull out a can of whoop a** I never go broke, I just run out of cash And when that happens, I pull out my plastic And if you owe me money, that sh** can get drastic Cos frankly I don't give a damn, like Clark Gable I got my own style, my own money, my own label Rap Tzar