[Verse 1: CJay]

I bust a punchline cuz once it's crunch time my abs are rock hard

Niggas are trash treating this genre like rap is not art

I laugh at the fact you not hard

I ain't talking bout' chocolate but everybody knows the rapper got bars

I should reverse the curse and just murk the person who found you

Slam you head first in the Earth and watch the dirt in the ground move

Unoriginal your verses sound used

Just cuz you a square doesn't mean I can't rap these circles around

You already know it, you ain't ready for it

I'm a deadly poet, give him two years in this game I bet he blow it

Your life is a joke, everything I write is just dope

Diss me and get your fucking lyrical license revoked

Nah nigga you never had one to begin with

I'm the one who distribute em'

Spitting wisdom so the system imprisoned him

When I entered this rap game, I never skipped practice mode

No wonder I got this rap shit sewed

[Hook 1: CJay]

Who got the game on lock, I got it

And it ain't gon' stop, I got it

I got to gain more props to get my name on top

But hey I ain't going pop my nigga

(Repeat)

[Verse 2: Mikey Knottz]

Aye aiding in the (?) banging brandishing weapons

Sacrilegious slanging for (?) lost the reception

For the oculus of horror storming mentally morbid

Praising porches harboring (?) in the fridge for porridge

Through the miseducation, nah it's time for restoration

Genesis cleanse creation from these inferior Satans

Revelation reparations for these menstrual show shoguns

Crush his skull (?) Froze him in atonement

Rugged rollin devoted with a Moses Christ motive

Position warrior chosen extended with army reloaded

For that samurai victory Sun Tzu science

Trampling over tyrants that's in a alliance with giants

To save the (?) before the grotesque bring the apocalypse

Far from Constantinople cuz the culture is metropolis

Dubulous out the nucleus , God study studious

The mind is a monument, the future's for the tutorers

[Hook 2: Real Prophecy]

Who got the game on lock, I got it

And it ain't gon' stop, I got it

I got to gain more props to get my name on top

But hey I ain't going pop my nigga

(Repeat)

[Verse 3: CJay]

Let me ask you some questions, why does the government harass and oppress us

If you black they assume you passive aggressive acting obsessive

Have some respect cuz the next generation ain't having it

Leave you lost just like a tourist who ask for directions

I'm on my way, don't know how long it takes for my song to play

On the radio, got me impatient so

I'm going harder than ever

Everything I ever thought of was clever

These muhfuckas know when I bust a flow it's untouchable

Oh you talk that real hip hop stuff

Nobody wants to hear you rock cuz the way you rock sucks

And you're washed up

My goal is to be the dopest in life

But it's a damn shame niggas never been dope they whole life

And lies are what your raps are based off

God forbid your ass get laid off

In other words nigga don't quit your day job

Don't have to tell you my reasons why

You already knew it so

I ain't gotta tell you what I do this for

[Hook 3: CJay]

Who got the game on lock, I got it

And it ain't gon' stop, I got it

I got to gain more props to get my name on top

But hey I ain't going pop my nigga

(Repeat)