Heat of the Game

Yo, Coh, listen up, I’m crankin’ the heat,

You soft as a pillow, I’m bringin’ the beat.

Talkin’ tough in the chat, but you just a weakling,

Flexin’ in the mirror, but you ain’t a damn king.

 

I’m the predator, you just prey, can’t you see?

Droppin’ bars like bombs, man, I’m knockin’ you free.

Your rhymes are like water, they drip and they drop,

I’m the wolf in the dark, you a sheep on the hop.

 

Catchin’ bodies on the mic like it’s open season,

You claimin’ you hard, but you lackin’ the reason.

Step against me, boy? That’s a fatal mistake,

I’m the hunger in your gut, the realest you fake.

 

See, I’m heavy with the flow like a weight on your chest,

You foldin’ under pressure, can’t stand with the best.

I’m a savage in this game, I’m the ace in the deck,

And you? You just fakin’, choosin’ wrong side of the spec.

 

I’m out here playin’ chess, you just stuck on the checkers,

Wanna roll with the squad? You ain't got the connectors.

Claim you run these streets, but your shoes full of dirt,

I’m spittin’ fireball lines, man, I’m makin’ it hurt.

 

Yeah, call yourself a thug, but you ain’t got the guts,

Every time you step to me, you straight outta luck.

You a mystery, a puzzle, but the pieces don’t fit,

I’m the beast on the block, and I’m lovin’ this lit.

 

So take your weak-ass bars and just bow down,

Coh’s out here playin’ checkers, while I own this town.

I’m the champ in this ring, you just a shadow of doubt,

When I’m done with this diss, you’ll just scream and pout.

 

Yeah, I’m lacin’ up my kicks, sound the death knell,

Pourin’ truth on your lies, can’t escape this hell.

You gon' wish you were quiet, crawl back in your shell,

I’ma kill you with this rap, go ahead, ring the bell.

 

You thought you could handle me? Now you know it’s a wrap,

Coh, you can’t even breathe, man, I’m makin’ it slap.

Bow down to the real, respect the craft and the grit,

I’m the king on this throne, while you full of that shit.