The Game really gave us one of the best rap records of the year with The Documentary 2 and The Documentary 2.5. Why they didn't just release the project as a two-disc set is anyone's guess. Well, actually, it was a money grab because 2.5 is being sold for the same price as the first one. Can't knock the hustle. Anyway, while there are many standout tracks on both records, "On Me" featuring King Kendrick Lamar—the second track on the first disc —shows Chuck Taylor at his absolute best with an emphasis on the second verse. So we decided to give him the Best Rap Verse of the Month for October. Last month the nod went to N.J.'s Da$h for his verse on "Shark Tank" featuring $ha Hef and A$ton Matthews.
Check Game's offering below:
"There I go, give me a minute, nigga
'Bout to hit a home run, K. Dot, grab the pennant, nigga
Pin it on my Pendleton, trap late night, Jay Leno and them
Got my momma a tennis bracelet, Wimbledon of Wilmington
Now can I rap for a minute? Black on the track for a minute
Look in my rhyme book, see murder like when I was a fan of No Limit
Ain't no gimmicks 'round here, this Compton, me, Doc and Kendrick
Chronic, good kid, my first shit, 3 documentaries
Now I'm blockin' sentries, 16 Impalas
They bounce like they Iguodala
That's on my mama, niggas up and did me a solid
I put that on me, that's on me
You get a bullet fuckin' with the lil' homie
Thinkin' back then like fuck your rules, nigga this is Piru
Slide through with the Erykah Badu
West side Compton, nigga, don't mind if I do
From Piru Street to my old street
Nigga, this Compton, grew up on a dead end
Got an armful of dead friends
Round here Crips be sweatin' us niggas like a headband
Like what's up, cuz? Yo dawg where you from?
No time to stop and think
Pull your strap before they do or you get shot before you blink
Straight outta Compton, three times I told you
The third time I said it with TDE, mothafucka
I'll make you eat every letter
Spoon-feed you niggas like toddlers, from the city of Impalas
When shot callers take their pitbulls and feed them niggas rottweilers
My clip full, I quick pull, no more slangin' 8 balls on the corner
And all them niggas I used to freestyle with, I ate y'all on the corner
Call the coroner, niggas dead out here
Hangin' onto life by a thread out here
Them niggas wearin' all that red out here
P snapbacks on niggas heads out here
So don't you come fuckin' with the little homie
So OG they call me Tony
Montana, no French, my red bandana legit
My uncle told me before he died, "Just keep your hand on the brick"
So I did
Sell every chicken that a nigga had in stock, yes I did
Walked to Compton, hot pocket full of rocks, yes I did
Skipped class, yes I did, whooped niggas ass, yes I did
Fucked a bitch behind the bleachers while on the rag, that's on Bloods
Westside, that's on Bloods, this TEC fly, that's on Bloods
You fuck with Dot, I'll let you choke on your blood
I put that..." —The Game
First of all, the Badu "On & On" sample is incredible. Shouts to Bongo and Pops for flipping that. Secondly, K. Dot's influence on this track is apparent and a very good thing. That kid knows how to make a record. His shit always has bridges and remarkable structure. Kenny was a civic engineer in a past life. Lastly, the Game went the fuck off, didn't he? That's a tall task considering Lamar usually washes people on their shit. Chuck was having none of it. He showed wordplay, imagery, and slick lines all over this long ass verse. Who sleepin' on the Game? Wake his ass up.
