Keith Masters - Game Day: Part II [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

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I gotta believe
In my grind, it's my time, you know I'm gone shine
I gotta believe
Go all the way, no matter the price, I have to pay
I gotta believe
In the pain, to be the best, in this game
I gotta believe
I gotta believe
I gotta believe
Man, the flow is so enlightening
I'm running tracks back
Like a Titan
Got the crowd buzzin with excitement
My skills are quite frightening, easy with the fighting
I'm a heavyweight, with speed like Tyson
So lend me your ear
This is Majic
Secondaries disappear
See the end zone, I am there
The monster from Midway, reppin those Bears
Navy blue and orange, don't be scared
I'mma linebacker tackler like Urlacher
The fact is my immacuate venacular is simply spectacular
Dig? Hit real hard like Lance Briggs
Legendary mind for the game like Joe Gibbs
Stutter step, juke move - that's how I shake you
This a brand new sound, you can call me a breakthrough
I'm All Day like A.P. - I don't brake, dude
I move through competitors, you know I'mma break you

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Hey, you be where the losers at
You can catch me downfield, I'm where Victor Cruz is at
Do a little Sal-sa in the end zone
Yeah I got the moves to match
And the tools to rap
I'm one hell of a catch
No phone booth
Pull the shirt apart a little, now you shown proof
I'm a superman like Cam
And I'm comfortable with y'all seeing who I really am
You talking best young talent, how about me?
You can't bring me down, Gronkowski
I'm just striving for perfection
That's the only thing I got in common with a Packer
Got pocket protection, so fear of getting sacked is not a factor
16 and 0, that's what I'm after
For the glory ain't no telling what i'll do
May take off a head or two, Ndamukong Suh

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Aiyo I got the team to clap for
Lose a game, turn around and run em back for
All day, go hard til my back sore
Even my count is hard, yo what did you react for?
I do it all for the love and thrill
I get a little dough - y'all like T.O. - no more Bills
No team and no game - head for The Hills
Holler at Spencer Pratt & Heidi, homie - ya'll gettin killed
Man to hell with the whiners
I'm rushing for the gold
Like the 9ers
Plus I get picks like miners
You not a martyr, but i'll make you wish you weren't here
Oh you a starter? One hit can end your career
I go harder, you can feel the shock in the air
I'm like a Charger, Lights Out, play with no fear
I'm kinda hot right now, so I'mma leave the track scortchin
And make another fortune, on several more endorsements

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