Grandmaster Caz - Hate the game lyrics

My flow is woe! Cats hate me on the low But pattern their life after mine and fall short every time They think it's all about the shine Or how I keep my woman in line Or could it be my gear? I've been fly since I was a lad Before that dude with a pen and a pad makes them mad I'm glad, that's what it's supposed to do That's what practice and blowing up shows will do I rhyme best whenever emcees is around It's interesting to see who don't want to get down That's why with hip-hop concerned, it's about Caz'nova And y'all getting Jewish holiday : Pa** over When n***as want the facts, they ain't asking you I was living hip-hop, when you were just pa**ing through Who ga**ing you? You can do what Caz can do? Well I'd really like to see you try, big guy You gets no wins, that n***a, be GM Caz And you can hate all you want but you ain't whooping my a** So you can step to the plate, or face the facts They don't make hater's platinum plaques n***a Hate the game You're just a bunch of amateurs n***as got mad egos, it wouldn't be too bad but I hate it When being on your own dick, is unsubstantiated I mean come on, seriously, who the hell are you? And furthermore, what in the f** did you do? Invent something? Or did you just go with the flow Was you a leader? Or n***a did you just follow? Rhyme in the top 20? Or player hate n***as and boo them? Was you the man, or was you just standing next to him? Was you fly or something? Did you have a rep for years? Did you have so many girls, you was mack of the year? Was your name on all over? Did you have n***as shook? Did they write about you in a book? Are you in demand? Do people call you up shows? Do you rhyme or get the crowd to say oow's and ho's? Do you travel? How many time you've been on the plane? Or do you sit home, hate and complain? Well if so, check this yo Your memory is short like an elf And if you hate me n***a, then you're playing yourself Y'all n***as know who you are, I ain't gotta say no names Don't hate the player n***a, hate the game Hate the game You're just a bunch of amateurs It's miss of the hated, but that's ok tho I mold rappers into emcees like play-doh Yeah, you're right, I'm wrong, whatever you say tho You broke my heart, I know it was you Fredo See n***as got jokes, but can't sell 'em Which means, you ain't getting a dime when you tell 'em Meanwhile, I'll be writing, and thinking of ways to get paper More than I did back in the days My sh** is current, like electricity I talk big like the J-5 victory They come close, but still can't get with me You get lit with me, and did sh** with me So we taught n***as, I sold and bought n***as I caught n***as, I hold down the fort, n***as Support n***as, and that breeds contempt And ain't none of y'all n***as exempt I was once told by my mom, sweet lady from down south Never let a puppy come and lick your mouth I didn't know back then what she said was true But yo mom, now I do (I miss you) So f** all y'all that can't stand to see me shine f** all you jealous n***as, I got b**hes in line f** the undercover haters, y'all is the worst kind I don't give a f** about you, you all up in mine I'm still doing my thing, you're 3 steps from has been You shoveling snow b**h, I'm skiing in Aspen You genius n***a I smoke and drink liquor And look real good when I dress, you know the rest One of the top 50 greatest, or so says Blaze One of the top 3 if you voted back in the days And my status in the Hip-Hop game is still growing Sk** showing, 2G and still going I'm about to turn into something y'all ain't seen A cat who don't a f** about nothing but cream And when I flip you can't say I didn't try to fit ya You'll be outta the picture, I'm only f**ing with ya So, stay out the sun and get some dark a** shades I'm about to blind n***as, I have no time n***as The would be n***as, I think you want to meet But I still be that n***a that you want to be The mic slayer, the mayor, rhyme say-er, DJ-er Mind sway-er, dime layer, or on time player Player but not a mack, that ain't my frame They call me Denzel n***a, cause I got game More powers than Austin, more rings than Boston Cause they get tossed in, who*es they get tossed And turned out like Olivia coke from Bolivia And n***as with no mind of their own get blown Like ?, reach a elf like nitro Bum rush the stage and pop crystal and light dro Collect the money and be out till the next time You need to know the flavor? Well who got the best rhyme?