So what the fuck is going with the game these days

There's absolutely no substance to the art that they claim

Copyright more like copy cat as a matter of fact

I'm coming into the game at a right age

Cause I feel got got something to say

Hoping that you might learn learn something today

Like how to play with the flow

In the ocean that I call my home

When being moved by the current means you're never alone

We're supposed play this game they said

They say all you got to do is play pretend with it

We said why the hell should we lie when in the end we will die

And then you've got to come to terms with it

The pride oooh

Humility arrives surprise

You always doubted yourself and then you realised

That you're the universe writing up it's verse

With all scribbles and it's scratch outs

Completing the rhymes of life

You see what these guys are like wearing disguises

Tryin' to cover up their eyes cuz they rhymes ain't tight

I got some doubt about the talent shout out to Jimmy Fallon

Sucking the devil's dick and swallowing a half a gallon

Nothin really matters Freddy Mercury said it

Society left in tatters when the nursery's shredded

From the birth to the hearse hip hop got beheaded

Send your morals to a death camp you'll surely regret it

Little children worshipping false idols

They'd rather a casting couch than a dancing recital

Yo we living in a state of final solution denial

I been personally creating revolution for a while

I smile when I think of a possibly better future but

The world's an open wound in need of stitches and sutures

If it ain't about murder and money then it's a lame joint

Everyday we taking it further until it's game point

Wave ahoy as the sails get hoisted

Say game point boys in a hail of voices

Rain down like a monsoon

Flow throws like a baseball

Straight to the groin I'm in the wrong room

If I ain't locked in the booth in my pocket of thruth

You'll find me at the devil's table playing pontoon

The very same way that I run the jewels come with passion

Mumble rap is done trap is going out of fashion

Back to spurring the expansion of a pattern so absurd

Every other word you heard was a distraction

For your further satisfaction I've returned

The verbal lumberjack is back in action

To catch a tiny bit of traction when I rap

Someone might get spurned but that version of the facts

Is not my concern

The only thing that ever get's burned is a joint

Then I'm on game point

I appear from the shadows as a cold dark mist

Holding up the microphone with a black fist

I'm here to flex the pen game up inside the wrist

No punch lines never fumble the gift

I play it from the headquarters in the abyss

This is game point time when we all in the mix

As a Titan taking showers in the river of Styx

My flow state fabricates incredible hits

I spit this in a salt circle over devil's traps

You couldn't find me with locater spells burning up the map

I'm a bomb city god when it comes to the rap

I speak in hieroglyphics we only see the facts

So many people test me until they see the stats

I carved it in the tablets this is boom bap

Lyrical juggernaut I'm eating up the dinosaurs

African alligators deliver the winning score

This is game point

This is game time

This is game point

This is game time