It's Not a Game

[CL Smooth]
 Introducing the Mecca fusion, physical type of funk using
 Carmel cruising, brohter your latest lover smothered for deeper cover
 [bad word] blown to breaks, individualized the fakes
 Just because you're pouring syrup on this don't make it pancakes
 My vocal assaults kept bouncing many amounts that count slackness
 Pete Rock's sounds of blackness
 The dark guages the flavor I supply
 Now it's do or die, others are rolling the chocolate thai
 I rip holes in shows, then move flocks of foes in straight
 The Devil will find a way to infiltrate, never pray
 I hear the scandal that be couped up in my town
 So now we "Gotta Get Away" like Bobby Brown
 The women will call it two letters that are instrumental
 I focus my eyesight and run it down your genitals
 Another dame when I tear it out the frame
 Then armageddon came, it's not a game, it's on

 It's not a game, no, with the Pete Rock funk
 When the kids up in the Vernon got the flavor
 It's not a game, no, with the Mecca Don flow
 When the kids up in the Vernon got the flavor (Repeat 2x)

 It's not a game when the Mecca Kane lucifer knows your name
 Now I think I'm on the verge of black male growing extinct
 Now my survival they libel the label homicidal
 My spirits aren't idle, now you put your hands on the Bible
 Now the opposite of my God is Nimrod
 Taught by Master Faud, hard, now I'm pulling your card
 We travel, unravel, dabble in the dopeness
 jam that make you want to know who wrote this
 sctipture from an odyssey, brothers in high velocity
 And just like BDP, you know "My Philsophy"
 Yeah here to outlast it, to never see the casket
 flute can make a snake rise up from the basket
 So Pete Rock here we go, master the flow
 (I don't want to be the last to know)
 With the mellow funk tunes arriving with the card trainer plain
 The black House of Pain, it's not a game, it's on

 It's not a game, no, with the Pete Rock funk
 When the kids up in the Vernon got the flavor
 It's not a game, no, with the Mecca Don flow
 When the kids up in the Vernon got the flavor (Repeat 2x)

 The lucci's mine like the summertime, and I'm a set it first
 Leaving a hearse when my third verse loads up to burst
 To blast, never to tresspass, going to funk, keeping the crowd touring
 The lyric is born on any stage we're walking on
 So non-believer meet the Mecca, be chopping 'em like a meat cleaver
 The scrambling quarterback and I'm the wide reciever
 I get past you, and when it becomes a war
 I go hardcore, matador, then all the bull is on the floor
 I look and find the level of crime the time that I decipher
 I'm bagging any sniper put a ball in Peter's Piper
 We made the album of the year, rememer the Source kicks?
 We should have been larger but it's all politics
 So (Why you wanna, uh huh, play your games on me?)
 Cause you called me a factor, get your skully cracked
 The truth is coming to take mine
 You want to take away more stitches than a Frankenstein
 In '93 me and the P.R. make the dough
 The honeys are licking all over my 5 o'clock shadow
 meanace to society, the pistol-packing YG
 Mecca's the name, it's not a game, so don't try me

 It's not a game, no, with the Pete Rock funk
 When the kids up in the Vernon got the flavor
 It's not a game, no, with the Mecca Don flow
 When the kids up in the Vernon got the flavor (Repeat 2x)