Game OVER. No sudden death, no playoffs, no highlight reel... NOTHING.

this guy put out some new music, that was supposedly kept off his last LP.

Here's 3 of them courtesy of Spine Mag:

http://www.spinemagazine.com/music/may/thegame/beautifullife.mp3

http://www.spinemagazine.com/music/may/thegame/mybitch.mp3

http://www.spinemagazine.com/music/may/thegame/wontstop.mp3

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In other vaguely interesting news, America's favorite pill-poppin, (twice-)wife-divorcing, self absorbed redundant superstar rapper, Eminem, is reportedly back in the studio, ready to come back some day with something that hopefully isn't as disgraceful and lackluster as the previous THREE "albums" that he has forced Interscope to vomit into retail stores across the world. (Not that Eminem really had to force Interscope to put out his rehashed product, hell, they'd put out Eminem's deleted answering machine messages if people would buy them... and sadly, people probably would.)

After the horrific Curtain Call, the dead-horse-pummelling Encore, and the almost-acceptable Re-Up Project (basically a mixtape turned into an album to milk more moolah outta the suburban shoppers who expect to fill their children's stockings with an Eminem CD every year, as per some sick new 4th quarter tradition states), Em is apparently "back."

50 Cent tells Blender:

“He’s got a new album coming. He’s not gonna tell people that, but he’s making new music. I’ve heard a few songs, and it’s hot. He won’t tell nobody he’s working on a new album, but I’ll tell you: he’s working on new music. And once he locks into it, like, ‘This is my favorite shit,’ it’s gonna come out.”

And if you're wondering which side of the rap Jeckyl and Hyde shows up in the booth to kick the truth to the young white youth, "Wacky Em or Serious Em?", Curtis says:

“Both. The whole range. You know, Michael Jordan was supposed to play basketball. Floyd Mayweather was meant to box. And Eminem was meant to rap.”

Yeah, and pigs were meant to fly and children were meant to cry. Both not necessarily true, but they do happen occasionally. (I swear, I've seen pigs fly. I've been to a Game concert, LOL)

Eminem is meant to GROW. His ad nauseam repetition of his woeful existence and his exploded nuclear family life is a plaaaayed out concept to put in a song (for the 19th time) much less stretch across a whole album (it was great on The Eminem Show, now it's just sleep-inducing.)

"Boo-hoo, the pressure of millions of dollars and millions of fans love is too much for me to handle!"

Tell you what: you can go back to flipping burgers at Gilbert's in Detroit, and I'll take over for you in the booth at Aftermath Records, Em. Dre needs some new rap youngbloods to mentor, anyways.

RAP IS SOOOO OUT OF CONTROL.

But I still love you.