Lyrics:
The Super Bowl is the championship game of the National Football League (NFL), the highest level of professional American football in the United
forsake
Football for a greater plea
But now it's clear to see
That most black men ain't trying to be demonstrators
They find more fulfillment being virtual
the name again
Your league ain't Major, just American
Football's English, Stephen Hawking, we the best
That's a bucket of ice for your ALS
Shiver me Pompey,
Sha la la la la la la la
We've got the greatest football league
Every fan is singing
It's a roar, England's winning
Let's go down the local
Have
Rick Rock
Kid Dock
West Hip Hop (Rick Rock Beats)
Are you ready for some football?
Ladies and gentlemen
Yeah, haha, uhh
(Crazy)
Down in
And we saw him just without the
Slightest form just put the football on his foot and kick it about
Sixty yards a punt with no trouble at all. We were
Handle rocks with the capital G, ball on the beat
Status, Chris Paul and John Wall in the league
Grabbin' mics till the knuckles would bleed,
Just wrapped up another season of little league for my boys, another season of little league. Two words to describe Plymouth Massachusets little
summer
When it was time for him to leave
He had offers from several colleges
All of them ivy league
And at college in all his studies
He always
Yeah it's Frishh man
Just having some fun
With this one
You know a little
NFL fever
Are you ready for some football
I know I'm ready
Brad berry with
ain't needy with no shit, from the C
We got hockey, but no other sports, no shit Got a football league, it starts with a C
And that is shit, with
Soldier, from the academy league of rollers
I deny being down though they seem to hold us
My shoulders are strong, I prove 'em wrong
I ain't doing nothing
football, college basketball
Verses professional sports, who's keeping scores
It don't matter what league you in, it's what you bring to the court
Don't care
Us against the world
When them teachers said we wouldn't be nothing
Coaches lookin' down on us
We tried to make it to the league, yeah
There was
(You're as cold as ice)
I still got that real world charm, nigga
Be alarmed
Body armor on, warmer in my palm (NYC)
Where you get the storm before the calm
of football
In the premier league
It seems to me
It's all about technology
No contact on the pitch
Like what happened to all the Roy Keane's
Are they just money
can show the world its real
Like whoa, Oh, slow down the flow
This is for my H-E-R-O
God took me further than my degree could go
Plus they call me Gator
and the flies sneak in
Look mama and them play whistle
So I'ma play tackle football with my friends
I guess them times is gone cause like a wishbone
I
Who's gonna stop this
List grows larger
Racists canvas
Strokes get broader
America for the world to view
Not just football and barbecues
Streets run red
or so, he's been a level 1 referee
Top level world football, finals of the Champions League (damn you're lying)
Hundred grand a year plus, pretty much
control a loud crowd
The worlds closed
Its officially a pandemic now
No pints or curriculum
Flights football or Olympians
We're essentially non applicable
Hypnotize
uh, uh, uh uh uh
Brooklyn style wit a Lc smile
Spoil me much, coins make me go wild
Top of the world you don't look down
Flip
man
We were football flunkies, southern rock junkies, crankin' up the stereos
Singing loud and proud to "Gimmie Three Steps," "Simple Man," and "Curtis
cocaine instead of show slots
He really had what it took to go pop
Every time he would rhyme he'd get mo props
But the world will never know cause he smoked
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