Top Of My Game

[Verse 1: Real Sikh]
I feel like Diddy, I can't stop, wont stop,
Any road block that gets thrown my//
Way getting broken by a stone, cold clocked like 3:16,
That was so high//
Over ya head, dome shot minute the flow droppin',
and most ya'll rappers gonna go pop getting to go by//
The throne spot...I'm a dope, hot, globe trotter, hotter show starter, so watch as I//
Enter in a beastmode harder, crossbones sign, leavin' ya skull on fire like Ghost Rider//
Giving a foe trauma, ripping em up until they feel like they got hit with a boatstarter,
better respect ya fore father or ya//
Ph-Ph- Phone doctors, say one curse word at me then it's over,
But its no drama show partner//
In other words, the fat lady singing when you get cleaned up with bars, that's a Soap Opera!//
Anybody Co-Signing ya drove right into the ocean, nose diving in//
The stored knowledge that I own is post-modern, cause "The, Most High" is him, when I'm in the zone ya'll could get ya soul//
Rising, 'til ya ghost hollerin', so don't bother him at all, the chrome stock is in//
The coat pocket, go jogging when I load hollows in,
To explode them at ya Cult Following//

[Chorus: Real Sikh] [x2]
On top of my game boy! How you wanna do this? New school rap, or that boombap?//
We/ll go written, freestyle, acapella, on a beat, I'm a real MC, I can do that//
On top of my game, I'm on top of my game, don't hop in my lane, I'm on top of my game//
On top of my game, ain't stoppin' today, I'm on top of my game//

[Verse 2: Real Sikh]
Trey said, "The team gon' eat" that's what he told me,
I believe, so as we proceed//
In a beastmode, C4 beats, make the people see what the east coast need bro, peep//
I'ma creep slow, leave heroes deep, Hiroshima, P-O-P-Ped on streets//
Evil deeds, see yo' D-O-G detoured, he gon' meet G-O-D//
You emotional gangtas are emo G's, hit a singer with a middle finger emoji//
Then I give a little bit of criticism, hittin' em up, while gettin to buck at a couple thuggin', they weak homie//
And they seem so sweet (Bitch!) , candy rappers yappin' about they "trappin' around" but their needle's clean//
I'ma keep close heat at "Wildboys" and "Jackasses"
stuntin' on the camera like a Steve-O scene//
Ima Debo geeks, be cold sleep, reload yo' dome 3 whole weeks//
Take ya pea coat fleece, movin' through the music,
Cause the shit I release in the CD stores be//
Crack! a Kilo, I'm Nino B, "Wildin' Out" with a Cannon like Chico Bean//
"Fuck You!" while it's singing like Cee-Lo Greene, see bro? ya'll below me!//

[Chorus: Real Sikh] [x2]
On top of my game boy! How you wanna do this? New school rap, or that boombap?//
We/ll go written, freestyle, acapella, on a beat, I'm a real MC, I can do that//
On top of my game, I'm on top of my game, don't hop in my lane, I'm on top of my game//
On top of my game, ain't stoppin' today, I'm on top of my game//

[Verse 3: Real Sikh]
This is when the shit will get intricate, fill a sentiment of villainous, venomous, sinister killer, the Genesis//
Invented this in the beginning with lyrical fitness in my thinkin,
I'm spittin' to rip any critic or simpleton//
Finish Him!
Every contender when he set to enter a competion's gettin' a written dissin' them with a vengeance, with a different//
Hit, and I'm grippin' a bigger edition trigger, with a, bit of a kick in,
lyricism get him a ticket into the pit of fire, never get tired with it//
Got an animals stamina, planning to damage ya panel with a cannon, I ram into//
Enemies, whether you stand in Atlanta or ran into the sand in Miami, the hammer have you landin' in Canada//
Cannibal, I eat MC's, I'm too evil for decency, leader to beat up ya people, leave 'em pleading for me to be//
Easy with speaking my peace, none of it breed the defeat in me, frequently think on a peak, nobody can reach in that frequency//
I'm a BEAST muthafucka!
Locked in a cage, tryin' to fly but I'm blocked with a chain//
They got me contained, not gonna stop me, I'm mobbin' the spot with no option to change//
My god I'm insane! Parts of my brain awfully deranged they callin' me crazed//
Don't hop in my lane or ride in my lane, ain't stoppin' today, 'Cause I'm...//

[Chorus: Real Sikh] [x2]
On top of my game boy! How you wanna do this? New school rap, or that boombap?//
We/ll go written, freestyle, acapella, on a beat, I'm a real MC, I can do that//
On top of my game, I'm on top of my game, don't hop in my lane, I'm on top of my game//
On top of my game, ain't stoppin' today, I'm on top of my game//