(Verse 1)
Back in the swing of things, king of kings redeems the scene/
Sammy SoSuReal-Mane Rok/
Pointing past fences, calling my shots/
That’s why it shouldn’t be a question if I’m balling or not/
So Don’t worry if I write checks, I write rhymes/
Achieve more in 3 minutes than most get in a life time/
Run a full court press-while fools court jest/
They talk a good game but you’ll notice/
“What Kid?”
They-fall over them selves, when I fake left and go right/
Wrist shatter, ankles break, when I hold mics/
“Keep It Clean” that’s the same thing, they told Mike/
Round for round, pound for pound/
One of a few true champions from ‘round this town/
Every contender/pretender, glass jaw yapping/
While we studio update-that’s what’s happening
(Chorus x2)
Hut 1, Hut 2, Hut 3 HUT!
Big Mane Rok-Live and uncut!
“You know I bring it to you live!”
(Verse 2)
“What? You think this is a game?”
Watch-
From side line commentators to fans in the stands/
To rappers on tracks that I’m lapping again/
The instant that I touch down a pad with pen/
Every single one of them wondering will I fumble when/
Trouble comes from the other end-NOPE-stick to my goal/
Like Dyalekt dictates “Dreams are for sleeping”
On my hustle every sabbath burning teams on the weakend/
“Shooting for the stars” of course, that’s A.V.I.U.S.
The difference between professionals and what a novice is/
Problems get benched-realize they’re out of their league/
With no plan of attack-don’t know how to compete/
We stay head strong, offensive in the red zone/
No need for sudden death over time, opponents dead wrong/
That “moment of truth” “they step in the arena”/
With future hall of famers straight checking non-believers!
(Chorus x2)
(Bridge)
One thing in mind, I see victory/
Playing a game, well this aint it to me (x3)