For The Love Of The Game (feat. DJ DN³ & Rob Kovacs)
Run from your fears and chase your dreams
Run from your fears and chase your dreams
Before the million dollar pots, we would do it for free
Goldeneye, late nights almost blew my degree
I can't quite pinpoint what make me feel this way
Deontay - still playing games till this day
Before that, you would know where Ra be at
Down the block at the bodega or laundromat
Putting quarters on the cab, to claim I had next
Street Fighter 2, NBA Jam we catch wreck
Round the same time, bit by the radioactive bug
Hip hop had me cutting and acting tough
Started dabbling writing some raps and stuff
But money wasn't coming in fast enough
But I did it for the love not the pay check
Just to hear my voice coming out the tape deck
Safe bet that if I never made a dollar with it
I'd still bother with it, you know the steez
World health Org had the nerve to call it a disease
Pandemic hits, then they say it's all that you need
To get by
If now for games and hip hop
My heart woulda been stopped
For the love
If the papes come yo yo I won't riff
If they don't come no no I won't trip
If it's one thing you can take from me...
That's...
Run from your fears and chase your dreams
Come on
Run from your fears and chase your dreams
Come on
Run from your fears and chase your dreams
Come on
Love what you do, do what you love
Come on
For the love of this thing
I can't get enough of this thing
It don't matter about the ruckus it bring
See, I be up in this thing
The feeling when i spin that platter
All of a sudden, my life troubles just don't matter
A matter of fact, i like to rhyme to shatter a track
But even more...I like to put the beats to the raps
I love the feeling. Mr Murdock is a witness to that
We don't do this for the dollars
And for counting our stacks. That's right
Spinning jams for the people at night
Somebody even told me I saved their life last night
Aight...I be connecting with the people at jams
House parties, street fests, and even rocking with Ran
You think I like bumming cheese from K??
Nah, that's my brother, ok!
We make the joints and it will stay that way
See I appreciate the love of my fans
Ain't nothing risky...
World tour with my mans touching the city
If the papes come yo yo I won't riff
If they don't come no no I won't trip
If it's one thing you can take from me...
That's...
Run from your fears and chase your dreams
Come on
Run from your fears and chase your dreams
Come on
Run from your fears and chase your dreams
Come on
Love what you do, do what you love
Come on
Love what you do, and do what you love
Love what you do, and do what you love
Love what you do, and do what you love
Love what you do, and do what you love
On some days I wanna quit
Most days I'm in love with it
It used to feel like a punishment
Not as fun it used to seem
Now everyday is like a lucid dream
Same feeling back when Stan brought his PlayStation over
Final Fantasy seven summons blew me off the sofa
Dusted myself off picked up the controller
This wasn't a game it was Culture
Cause back in ninety five, we were influenced
By, only built for Cuban Linx and Infamous, and
Zane used to play them on the stoop so loud
Mr Sunny yelling at the boys to turn that down
So we put up a basketball hoop on a tree
Had to pause every five minutes for the cars coming down the street
But it was lit, the whole neighborhood would come around
And Mr Brewster threaten to shut it down
Chuck was ambidextrous, big fundamentals
Six foot four, he always played in the middle
He was Alonzo mourning and I was Larry Johnson
Skins was Tim Hardaway, Todd was John Stockton
Running out of options
Most went to work
Some went to the block and some went to church
Me I went to the pad, starting writing a verse
Practice made perfect climbed out of the dirt
Made a little paper, shook off the haters
And I'm still doing it twenty years later
Even when it brought me nothing but pain
Thank God for the love of the game
Thank God