Got It Locked

[Verse 1: CJay]
I bust a punchline cuz once it's crunch time my abs are rock hard
Niggas are trash treating this genre like rap is not art
I laugh at the fact you not hard
I ain't talking bout' chocolate but everybody knows the rapper got bars
I should reverse the curse and just murk the person who found you
Slam you head first in the Earth and watch the dirt in the ground move
Unoriginal your verses sound used
Just cuz you a square doesn't mean I can't rap these circles around
You already know it, you ain't ready for it
I'm a deadly poet, give him two years in this game I bet he blow it
Your life is a joke, everything I write is just dope
Diss me and get your fucking lyrical license revoked
Nah nigga you never had one to begin with
I'm the one who distribute em'
Spitting wisdom so the system imprisoned him
When I entered this rap game, I never skipped practice mode
No wonder I got this rap shit sewed

[Hook 1: CJay]
Who got the game on lock, I got it
And it ain't gon' stop, I got it
I got to gain more props to get my name on top
But hey I ain't going pop my nigga
(Repeat)

[Verse 2: Mikey Knottz]
Aye aiding in the (?) banging brandishing weapons
Sacrilegious slanging for (?) lost the reception
For the oculus of horror storming mentally morbid
Praising porches harboring (?) in the fridge for porridge
Through the miseducation, nah it's time for restoration
Genesis cleanse creation from these inferior Satans
Revelation reparations for these menstrual show shoguns
Crush his skull (?) Froze him in atonement
Rugged rollin devoted with a Moses Christ motive
Position warrior chosen extended with army reloaded
For that samurai victory Sun Tzu science
Trampling over tyrants that's in a alliance with giants
To save the (?) before the grotesque bring the apocalypse
Far from Constantinople cuz the culture is metropolis
Dubulous out the nucleus , God study studious
The mind is a monument, the future's for the tutorers

[Hook 2: Real Prophecy]
Who got the game on lock, I got it
And it ain't gon' stop, I got it
I got to gain more props to get my name on top
But hey I ain't going pop my nigga
(Repeat)

[Verse 3: CJay]
Let me ask you some questions, why does the government harass and oppress us
If you black they assume you passive aggressive acting obsessive
Have some respect cuz the next generation ain't having it
Leave you lost just like a tourist who ask for directions
I'm on my way, don't know how long it takes for my song to play
On the radio, got me impatient so
I'm going harder than ever
Everything I ever thought of was clever
These muhfuckas know when I bust a flow it's untouchable
Oh you talk that real hip hop stuff
Nobody wants to hear you rock cuz the way you rock sucks
And you're washed up
My goal is to be the dopest in life
But it's a damn shame niggas never been dope they whole life
And lies are what your raps are based off
God forbid your ass get laid off
In other words nigga don't quit your day job
Don't have to tell you my reasons why
You already knew it so
I ain't gotta tell you what I do this for

[Hook 3: CJay]
Who got the game on lock, I got it
And it ain't gon' stop, I got it
I got to gain more props to get my name on top
But hey I ain't going pop my nigga
(Repeat)