He Got Game Page #2

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So Jesus has led

the Railsplitters to the Promised Land

despite being down

late the second half.

Coach Cincotta's team refused to die.

They come back to win it,

and there's bedlam at the Garden.

Number one.

The game brings me

love, peace and happiness.

My name is Sip Rodgers.

I go to Abraham Lincoln High School.

I play the two-spot.

We're the Railsplitters,

and nobody's f***in' with us.

Basketball is like poetry in motion.

Just comin' down the court,

you got a defender in your way.

You take him to the left.

You take him back to the right.

And he's fallin' back,

and you just "J" right in his face.

And then you look at him,

and then you say, "What?"

Basketball's the birthplace

of all of my dreams,

of everything that I wanna be,

of everything that I wanna

accomplish and do in life.

I feel handsome when I'm on the court.

I feel like I'm somebody.

The way this goes down is simple

From this day forth

anything dealing with rap stay off

This the play-offs No payoffs

Strictly skills

If your brain's insane

then stick to your deals

In this field it ain't about sellin' a mil

wit' the run of the mill

So just be tellin' it real

It ain't like a third-time felon's appeal

Till a god schools 'em

and tells 'em the deal

I'll allow you to write

maybe allow you to bite

If you down to fight the power

here's the power to fight

I overpower the mike

Hit the crowd wit' da bomb diggy

Ring the alarm

Now the squad's wit' me

From way back

I shown no weakness when I speak this

Mentally strong to keep this hit

and my speech is given

Now listen from the beginnin'

till I reach the endin'

My short story's winnin'

and keep the beat spinnin'

You know the name, P.E.

You know the game, P.E.

We ain't for the fame

We for the change

Word is Bond

I wake up every day

wit' my game face on

You know the name, P.E.

You know the game, P.E.

We ain't for the fame

We for the change

Word is Bond

I wake up every day

wit' my game face on

We back harder than ever

Follow my lead

Through the fast lane in the game

This is Mr. Shuttlesworth. His key?

You ain't ready to get it

I don't know why they keep askin' for it

ls this guy gonna mean any trouble?

Nah, he's not gonna mean any trouble.

If you somewhat sure

Hip-hop's like a chess game

Discussing the war Strategize

Move like masterminds

- So where y'all stayin' at?

- Marriott, midtown Manhattan.

That's what I figured. Why aren't I

stayin' down there with y'all?

Only place on Coney Island, my man.

Why waste all that valuable

time commuting back and forth

when you can walk

to see your son right from here?

You also don't have a choice.

The way I see it, this is better than

your room at the hoosegow.

- This is the Ritz to you.

- I ain't mad at nobody.

- Hey, let's go.

- You understand what I'm sayin'?

Yeah. Yeah, this is better

than the Marriott.

Keep your hands still. There you go.

- All right. Sit down.

- Huh?

You hear what the f*** I said?

I said sit down!

There's a couple of things

I think we better go over.

Number one. You ain't on vacation.

You're not a free man.

In the eyes of the law,

you are still a convicted felon.

Your ass is ours. You understand that?

- Do you?

- Yeah, I over-stand it.

- Then answer us when we speak to you.

- I understand it, over-stand it.

The sooner you do what you gonna do,

the better it will be

for all concerned parties.

Mr. Shuttlesworth, you are now wired.

It's a letter of intent for

your son to sign. Take it.

In here there's some money.

Get some clothing.

Toothpaste, deodorant,

personal effects, whatever have you.

Take a shower. Wash your ass.

Give me your right leg.

Just in case you get any smart ideas,

we will track you down.

And when we find you,

we will shoot you dead.

You have to check in with us daily.

Plus, when we page you,

you have to return our call

within 10 minutes

or there's gonna be hell to pay.

Yeah. So y'all gonna be

following me everywhere I go?

No, we're not gonna follow you.

We're gonna get you a passport,

plane ticket, and a VISA card.

Of course we're gonna be around.

What the f*** you think we're gonna do?

So, uh, how long I got exactly?

You got till midnight Sunday.

I guess I better get working.

That would be the best thing to do.

And we will see you tomorrow.

- Yeah, I bet you will.

- How's the tummy?

Great. Everything's lovely.

Nice seein' you gentlemen.

- Just in case.

- Thank you.

It's open.

Thank you, Jesus.

Thank you.

If man is the father

The son is the center of the Earth

In the middle of the universe

Then why is this verse

coming six times rehearsed

Don't freestyle much

but I write 'em like such

Word

Amongst the themes

controlled by the screens

What does it all mean

all this sh*t I'm seein'?

Human bein's screamin' vocal javelins

Sign of a local nigga unravelin'

Uh-huh

My wanderin' got my ass wonderin'

Where Christ is in all this crisis

Hatin' Satan never knew what nice is

Check the papers while I bet on Isis

Whoo!

More than your eyes can see

and ears can hear

Know y'all did your homework

and everything.

Year by year all the sense disappears

Nonsense perseveres

What's up?

What's up?

I saw you running.

Don't even try to play it off.

If you would've been on time,

there would've been no need to run.

The bus would've come sooner,

I would've been on it.

I didn't tell you?

The B-36 don't come

until I get here, Lala.

You know I got it like that.

Why you gonna play me like that?

You played yourself, you faded yourself.

- That's crazy.

- Oh?

You're lucky the bus is here,

late like you.

So, uh, have you narrowed down

your choices yet?

Not yet.

You gonna let me in on your secret?

You know I'll

never keep anything from you, never.

Anyway, there's this guy that I know

that I want you to meet.

Who's the guy?

He's a friend of the family.

His name is D'Andre Mackey.

- What does he do?

- D'Andre's an agent.

Lala, you know I ain't supposed

to be talking to no agent.

You know that sh*t is illegal.

Look, all he wants to do

is talk to you for five minutes

and see where your head is at.

My head is on my shoulders

and gonna stay there.

I'm not f***in' with no agents, Lala.

Jesus, please?

Please?

Come on. He's a friend of the family.

- Five minutes of your time.

- So?

It's just five minutes of your time

before you make your decision.

- Come on. Please?

- I don't know.

Let me think about it.

- I'll see you fourth period, all right?

- Sounds good.

- Mmm.

- Mmm.

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