[Verse 1]

Ten million's what it cost them

To put back together a cat who's straight awesome

Mr. Defari, he's Bionic

Over fifty million tracks with a hundred million topics

I'm fiber optic, crystal clear with my projection

Fake rappers get beat up in the real MC section

They need protection

In the game, there's so much infection

My anti-biotic lyrical's a formal blessing

A healing touch, the Jesus Christ, He don't say much

But everything I say is daily food in L.A. 

I chop off your braids, and cut you all and exhibit knowledge

Big up to my high schools and all the college

Heads from lowlands to the beaches and hills

For niggas who spend skrill on cheap thrills, plus pay bills

I replenish, I do more than start, I finish

I come to cure the world of the sickness

Word

[Hook]

It's the coming

Of the bionic

Defari here to

Lock shit down

It's the return

Of the bionic

Herut here to

Lock shit down

It's the coming

Of the bionic

Defari here to

Lock shit down

It's the return

Of the bionic

Herut here to

Lock this down

[Verse 2]

See, I got boots of lyrics on deck like Evidence

Pocket full of presidents, Los Angeles resident

The heart of a champ is as big as lion

I take the game, cocked back, take aim, start firing

Admiring the U-N-D-E-R-G 'round

I'm a Dodger of rap like Kevin Brown on the mound

A legend like Tommy Lasorda

With so many records I've never had a weak rap disorder

Tell the reporters, you don't write lyrics but you a critic

Let's take it outside, wiseguy, see who's the fittest

I put that on Alkaholiks

I put that on Dilated

I put that on King Tee

Please try to violate it

Defari annihilated the world when he demonstrated

The style never heard, until my words were regurgitated

By millions, hundreds and thousands, we keep em' bouncin'

It's only right right, I grew up on Roger Troutman

[Hook]

It's the coming

Of the bionic

Defari here to

Lock shit down

It's the return

Of the bionic

Herut here to

Lock shit down

It's the coming

Of the bionic

Defari here to

Lock shit down

It's the return

Of the bionic

Herut here to

Lock this down

[Verse 3]

Fake MC's get damaged by cowboys and bandits

Sharp lyrics cut deep wounds, these niggas need bandages

They can't handle this Herut relentless pressure

Full-court measure for measure

I'm like Phil Jackson, a master coach in action

A number one seed in the championship bracket

I'm hittin' harder than Venus Williams' tennis racket

Harder than when you see millions in indig's taxes

Ashes to ash, night school, taking class

Do whatever it takes to elevate the mass

I breathe life into the children

Give wisdom to dumb

Type of dude to give a homless man a couple of ones

Each rhyme that I write is like a message in a bottle

A treasure of instructions for each man to follow

The map I lay it out simple and flat

How niggas really want to sound over beats when they rap

[Hook]

It's the coming

Of the bionic

Defari here to

Lock shit down

It's the return

Of the bionic

Herut here to

Lock shit down

It's the coming

Of the bionic

Defari here to

Lock shit down

It's the return

Of the bionic

Herut here to

Lock this down