In the first round of the contest
I was feeling the beat in rhymes
There were people to the left and right of me
There was a cheer in there for me
The first thing I said was how I got with his chic
And the guy was a fool
The heat was on and the ground was shook
But the crowd knew I was cool

I just did a battle with a punk with no game
I made sure that the trick knew my name
I tried to get all I could get in the game
Take the cred, hos, respect, money, power, and fame
Yo, yo ...

I made two stabs with an inch up my sleeve
Then the rivers they ran red
A slash that involved Christopher Reeve
And a pistol chock filled with lead
And the fire that burned in my eyes as I turned
Out the beat as I spat like a vet

You see I just did a battle with a punk with no game
I made sure that the trick knew my name
Once I was done the fool was put to shame
Had no cred, hos, respect, money, power, or fame
Yo, yo ...

After two weeks I could not go free
'Cause all the tricks were gunning for me
There were challenges all day to the king
There was no peace, they want to feel what I bring
The game is a party with the life underground
And a perfect disguise above
Under the cities lies the boys who get down
But the bizzles will give me no love

You see I won all my battles with the punks with no game
And now the whole crowd knows my name
In the game they all remember your name
'Cause you spit like the devil when to give out the pain
Yo, yo ...