[Produced by Empty Beatz]

[Additional Production by Amir Royale]

[Skit: Excerpt from Tekken 3]

The King of Iron Fist Tournament.

Enter the Tekken...

(music begins)

Hwoarang. Fight!

(music stops)

(beat begins)

[Verse]

Gunshots on my block

Which one of these jocks cocked nines for the fun of it?

Bully every one of ya'll, be done with it

Say something, dare you all to try to say something

Don't play son, play so hard that you get misplaced son

Take the images of your imagination

And then put them in a different order

Now you got a story with a different border

Now you got the album that you always wanted

But its not an album—it is just a test

Feel so grotesque, over confident

Gotta protest, till the haters confess all they sins in they cells

Got these rappers sick and tired of they god damn selves

Fucking Hannibal the Cannibal

When I walk in throw your hands up

Dr. Lector, Mr. Heart Throb

Got you under motherfucking cardiac arrest

Better than the rest you never get

Running round in an endless world of San Andreas

You afraid to say it ain't you?

You just another fucking player ain't you?

You think I'm tryna be another fixer of the game

Guess you got a brain with ya

Dad still got doubts for me

Told that nigga watch me dawg, you sleep dawg

Put your feet up, while I'm kicking it in the matrix

Shaking my head worst than Auernheimer with alzheimers

Can't crack no codes in this mode, got that Amnesia

Who's this big boy chasing me around?

Must be fate girl, but I'm prince of the shit

Reverse and hear a new message

Rock hard, grew up on the shoulders of some bolder men

They which bulldozered over land

Paved a new vision for the future

Passions all here like kamasutra

And you know I love katamari, living in a ball of oligarchy

Bark a nigga up a tree, Okami, paint a better picture

Please, then I'll finally breathe

Then I gotta free myself of these demons

May the tears fall for me

Things always gotta be complicated...

Coulda fucking sworn I was never born with no fucking horns

Now I'm always torn apart by the giants (Dormin)

So I guess I earned it, guess that I deserve it

Hate me cause I'm perfect, at not being perfect

Someone brought up cake, someone won the lotto

Found out it was fake, someone yelled, "I got him!"

Said I'm a disgrace, so I thought I'd shock 'em

Blow up on the spot, go and just hop in the air, then drop

With everything I fucking got

I'm everything you're fucking not

If you hear me boy you better nod

Or you better dodge this shit

I am on some Tom Hanks shit

Tryna get big before I'm gone

And I know I reiterate that every fucking song

It ain't fucking wrong, it's the fucking truth

What I gotta do just to prove

I don't wanna lose to these fools, what's the rules?

Inched every foot here, yards away from my peers

I'm boating boy, they still swimming in they fears

But every fuck I give is another reason to turn the radio off

Static—either way I'm still your savior automatically

Me and love equal chemistry

And that's just simple mathematics

Let me paint a panoramic, do not panic by the title

This the Genesis of the era, I'm the master with the jewels

Sounding like an animaniac, I'm Mr. Sparkster Junior

Gotta find another studio?

That ain't a deal, that's a hassle

Seems like everytime I reload this thing goes bad, my bad

Peach tree next door is near death now, how sad

Sucks man, no one even gives a—uh—about that

Woody woulda chucked 'bout that

Oh would Uncle Ruck laugh 'bout it, I need another outlet

Cause they keep saying I was never 'bout it

Like I'm going sour on 'em, I am on the god damn run up

Tryna 1-Up till the whole fam wonder

How I'mma be the realest, Mama, me a killer

Cause no one ever loved me in the first place

King Pisspot, give your life to the creed

We the ones in control, playing puppets with your soul

Saying how it go, where to go

What to do when you all alone

Ugh, 'fore I go and kick the bucket, I'mma go and luck it

If I stay acquitted when I make it

Shit—I'll tell you niggas suck it

So productive, undisputed, me the movement

Need a moment—take it

Imma take it all, you gone have to kill me for it

Lord on my life, if I never get a brain

Never get the heart, never get the courage

Pull the plug before I pull the trigger

So I can find another castle—game over nigga

[Skit CONT'D: Excerpt from Tekken 3]

You lose! Continue...?