Tinchy Stryder - Game Over

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Time to get that profit all inWon't rest 'til all my niggers rocket ballin'I don't even think I stopped this mornin'I'm that nigga that usually gets them "what's it called's it"
I'm caught, when it's time to get that shoppin' sortedOh, this Armani blazer, which I got importedYeah, I like that whip because I'm on the bandsOnly reason I ain't dropped that forty
Chicks see me on the street and they stop and call meWant me to get my willy out so they can toss it for meGot 'em goin' topless for meWhen she pop it for me, really got me horny
Record label contract, my lawyers got it for meDotted all the I's, and the T's, can you cross 'em for me?You can try and put your crosses on meI watch, hate, I got shooters that'll watch it for me
I'm heavy, I'm colderBetter me? No sirI could tear apart MC'sBut I'd rather read a book on childcare by Kerry Katona
No niceness, I ran out of itDumb it down a bit, ain't somethin' I'm prepared to doAnd I ain't ever gonna run out of lipHere's something I prepared for you
I tried to relax but being spaced it inspires me backWhen will I be nice to Katie PriceThe day I see a cage fighter in drag, ah
I don't want a tomorrow without frictionJump in to beat, both feet firstThey make pros eat their wordsAnd sit and watch 'em swallow their own diction
Uh, Ishi distort that bassMan grew up on a raw estateNow, every time I draw my datesThey're like "How the fuck did you afford this place?"
First place, first place, first placeTry and act up them man will address thatCall it, put a fuckin' man in his place
Bitch, I'm great, for goodness sakeI ain't got a queue 'cause they know my faceGlance at my watch tryin' to wind up on meI was like I ain't got time to waste
Get it, I ain't got time to wasteGet it, try and get hype in my face, regret itGot a big pit bull and I don't rememberThe last time I fed it, so don't up set it
Let me grieve for the beat before I murder itDon't know my name by now? You shoulda heard of itWhy, 'cause I'm murderingAnybody lurking in, close proximity, circling
Don't make an example of men when I stride inDev's has got a tiny temperI'm observing this, learningBut know I'm just yearning to burn itI'll fire your agenda
Lock me up, might high risk offenderMake a man turn on his own team, like an Irish defenderI'm a rhyming inventorThat's climbing to heights ya not meant to
The game's over, so roll overI'm sober, but I'll still kidnap a so-called soldierAnd bolt in the Rover to DoverYeah, it's over, the game's over
Put up ya' lighters, I clash the TitansFight the fighters, might fight the bitersSpit on my flow, got tonsillitisThat's on a Monday mornin', ha
Takin' over, run straight past yaNo warning that I rule disasterHarder, faster, stronger, longerThis one here was top of the classroom
Stop the lecture, drop the pressureNever say never but nevertheless INever say no to experimentsWhether it's tenements, clubs, yards, spitting with eloquence
Positive sentiments, having a hell of a time and it's evidentDon't question my relevanceI've started on this so I'm back in my elementElement, element, element, element
Uh, I open my mouth, niggas panicThe jewel the liabilities, I'm the assetUnderdogs are barking up, hush puppyMy new chain's got red and blue ice man, I call it my slush puppy
Yeah, let me clap them with the reminder flowI was best new comer, time agoYeah, you've all passed ya sell by date to meI'm different, nigga, I sell out when you at the venue and date to me
And now it's game overKick him out the team but heard he's snaking, he's a cobraCould have lived the dream but now ya' days are done, it's overShould have remembered scheming and your looking for a shoulderTo lean on, to wipe your tears on, it's over
Breathe, breatheFirst stretch, the clouds are blackMy shades are blackLet me go
They better let me go, let me looseI'm frozen cold, my veins are blueHell to home but it's Satan-proofGood as gold, my angels flew
Yo, they can't knock down mineCuffs on flows, I lock down linesI am not human, real life mutantAsk Mick Foley, I'm not mankind
Yeah, look under my eyelidsAll red, I bleed from the irisLike I've been toking on weed, highestNow my brain's on freeze, minus
Yeah, I ain't letting it meltI'm stark, haze, I ain't letting it fillSideline this now separate thatI'm stayin' here, I ain't lettin' it gel, ill

Remixes

Release History

15 November 2010

Third Strike

1. Take The World (4:23)
2. In My System (3:33)
3. Famous (4:02)
4. Tomorrow (3:43)
5. Gangsta (2:35)
6. Stereo Sun (3:17)
7. Second Chance (3:29)
8. Never Know (3:35)
9. Game Over (5:20)
10. Let It Rain (3:41)
11. Remember (3:32)
12. Together (3:42)
13. Till The End (3:22)
14. My Last Try (3:33)
15. Walk This Road (3:33)