Hook (4x):
Ain’t playing your games, I’m here to reign
With a disdain for lames that drain brains and claim fame

Verse One:
Open sesame to masterpieces
That’ll reach the major heights through bass and trebles made to blast your speakers
Change your playlist if it’s the wack you’re seeking
Even with your gold and platinum plaques, I’ll leak these lyrics to surpass these weak links
Plus, it’s your ass I’m beating
Y’all niggaz boast like Billy Bad(ass), but creep with more caution than those contracts y’all breaching
The pressure from the savage beastin’
Like the thoughts of psychos running trains in your wife, will have your cabbage leaking
Vocal eruptions change your melons to geysers
Dismiss those yes-men in your corner; seek some better advisors
‘Cause with pure deceit, they tippy toe into the den to spray
But, I’m that cure sent to slay foes descending plagues among a crew of renegades
From the position y’all never played
It’s best the enemy the enemy skate from center stage ‘cause I’ma end your days like lead exchange
This universal sound’s too crazy
For niggaz that never move beyond their bedroom radius

Hook (4x):
Ain’t playing your games, I’m here to reign
With a disdain for lames that drain brains and claim fame

Verse Two:
No joke when I flex on hits
Suckaz trying to step to this is like prom queens getting raped by some exorcists
Since that shit you’re fetching us done turned me to a pessimist
My emblem of torture’s etched in heads like neglected kids
Preparing for wins on you bitches when pimpin’ the pen
Your hype don’t mean shit ‘cause your buzz died like Jeremy Lin
Your world looks eerily grim (I’ll make stupid killers grieving men)
The only Flavor your Unit possesses is sewer spillage seasoning
From the lab, you’ll feel the newer thriller sequencing
Packed with flows and patterns that is super ill to freak and bend
Release the gems to squeeze ‘em in
If niggaz plot to speak with sin will see their legion’s end
So, leave the trends for these Hollywood zombies
‘Cause these fierce notes obliterate your cockiest armies
‘80’s babies, ‘90’s teens, aeonic cyborgs
Supply raw through mic cords that bangs quite hard like Voce Lords

Hook (4x):
Ain’t playing your games, I’m here to reign
With a disdain for lames that drain brains and claim fame

Verse Three:
Golden Beat Era & Dermo are storming with
Aggressive boom bap fused with rugged raps I’m sure to spit
Running through ‘em faster than those bears’ porridges
From amateur to pro level, I’m serving sickness to my death like Tommy Morrison
Shine on fools ignoring the hidden talent from Florida
Claim bodies in ciphers, one of my letters remains victorious
Write with bloody knives, the vocal booths will be the goriest
Been going the hardest since X-Clan yelled “Vanglorious”
That corny shit y’all scoring is what I’ll be snoring to
God emcees? Please… This congregation’s scorning you
Talk like you’re the hottest when you couldn’t even warm it up
Plus, you in the mix with us is like apples and oranges
Fuck nigga, I’m onto you
You should’ve took heed to the Surgeon General ‘cause he was warning you
That your dishonor is bad for lifelines; soon, your peeps will be pouring gin
The BIG penalty’s a sure shot you won’t be Born-Again

Hook (4x):
Ain’t playing your games, I’m here to reign
With a disdain for lames that drain brains and claim fame