[Intro]

D to the E, F to the A, R to the I

"Lock shit down"

[Verse 1]

Six million is what it cost them

To put back together that cat Steve Austin

Now Defari gets Bionic

Over 6 million tracks with 10 million topics

I'm fiber optic, crystal clear with my projection

Wack MC's get clothes-lined when they walk across my intersection

They need protection

Some guidance, some right direction

A Job Center, with application for a new profession

Never set for nothing less, I blaze contests

And set shop for pay days

In strange ways, life twist and turn

Word to Gang Starr, in this business, skrilla Hard To Earn

I format, attack, new knack technique

Speak with a passion on wax and tape and CD

Mad niggas front for paper

And switch like a bitch, in and out like a crossfader

All I know is how to rock shit

They say the hotter the MC, the hotter the spot get

"Lock shit down"

[Hook]

It's the coming

Of the bionic

Defari here to

"Lock shit down"

[Verse 2]

See, I got books of lyrics on deck like Tash

Pocket full of cash, ready to bounce, rollin' slash

Cedar and hash

Pro Tour in the Masters

Grab the mic, flex my wrists and hit like Sampras

Handle this

Make you believe, like an evangelist (What?)

That real MC's are coming to reclaim Los Angeles

And here's our standing chance

To finally get my time to shine

In the Golden State, like Sprewell out the hatch

"Lock–" "Lock–"

This heat is hot, it make me lock like astronaut

Like Herut said, that shit for my people when we blow spots

Pause

Freeze

My steez rolls like E's, V12s, trees and seven seas

If you didn't know champ

Defari Herut is a Lowland brother from the Likwit camp

[Hook]

It's the coming

Of the bionic

Defari here to

"Lock shit down"

[Verse 3]

Wack MC's get damaged, like civilized to savage

Sharp lyrics cut deep wounds, these niggas need bandages

They can't handle this Los Angeles

Relentless pressure

Full-court measure for measure

I'm like Pitino, a game plan Gambino

Where every verse starts with defense first, like a casino

Every minute, every hour, I use brain power

For Mr. Space Shuttle Challenger, I devour

A Tower like Eiffel

Bust off verses like rifles

Bust all bullets through flesh, unless you're wearing a vest

And even then, I still enter

The human form of a splinter

The summer, fall, spring, winter

"Lock–" "Lock–"

Likwit crew member

Champion contender

Holy, like the month of December

The raw prototype member

[Hook]

It's the coming

Of the bionic

Defari here to

"Lock shit down"