[Sample from Aliens]:

[Hook]
I came I saw I conquered
I don’t take no days off I’m a monster
I got this weight on my shoulder
I’m just saying for y’all the game’s over I’m done playing

[Verse One]:
Overtime is over
Yeah I used to fuck around
No more playing, y’all done started something now
Hard rain coming down
Dark clouds moving and I’m showing you the future
I’m the baby in the ultrasound
Head first coming out, lead bursting dumping now
No father to my style
ODB, OCD, last year I used to smile
Showing teeth, now I’m throwing heat, there is no denial
I listen to your choice of emcees and they voice and they speech sounds like Toy Story 3
While my Buzz lasts Light Years
And I never fight fair
Y’all on some kid shit
Jack in the box, motherfucking Checkers
The fast food chains and the games on records
Y’all playing y’all lame, y’all saying that same
That pump, that fifth, that cane
Yea drift I sway I bitch I complain
I talk about brain, I over-mention my name
But the difference is..
If I say I’m riding on the train...
Fuck it then I’m riding on the train
I’m still that dude, that’s who? That’s Sha, Can you feel this?
You saying you the realest
I say I’m a realist and the realness in the verses is on purpose when it hits you
Yea I’m balling, traveling but no one blew a whistle huh
That’s cause there’s no officials but ironically I am so official just listen

[Hook]
I came I saw I conquered
I don’t take no days off I’m a monster
I got this weight on my shoulder
I’m just saying for y’all the game’s over I’m done playing

[Verse Two]:
Look
I been on some hard shit
I ain’t touch a game since I was blowing in my cartridges
And that was Zelda, Mario
Mega man, Contra, I’mma go back farther yo
Asteroids, Donkey kong, Double-Dribble, Tecmo
Mike Tyson Punch Out fighting Don Flamenco
Tetris, Centipede, Space Invading enemies
I ain’t play games boy since I lost my Gameboy
Every verse you hear pain joy
Love and hate, the thugs relate
I might ball on the court
Box in the ring
Jump on the field see me do my thing
But whatever I do
From the tip, from the weigh-in
The coin gets tossed I ain’t playing
I don’t care if it’s silo, Monopoly, Scattegories, Taboo
Backgammon, Guesstures, Pictionary, Scrabble
Bingo, the lottery, a babyshower raffle
The shit is so serious, all out tackle
No two-hand touch, I make dudes man up
I get bruised, scratched cut
I give two fat fucks
I’m here for the scrap
Battle royale rap
The songwriting Shawn Michaels I keep coming back
I ain’t pass drama class don’t know how to act
Target flesh Ron Artest, more than just stats
I’m the truth, I’m fact, played tag when I was ten
Couldn’t make it to the fence I been it ever since
I came, I saw what the ghetto needs
Not these fake M.O.P’s
Every time you play they shit
It feels real real like a game on Nintendo Wii
But just depend on me
The only time I play with a Xbox is if my ex’s box comes with fellatio
For me Playstation means a station is playing
Stimuli so if I ain’t on the radio
Then I ain’t on a video
Game I’ll be getting doe
I ain’t trying to dis ‘em though
I’m just kinda different yo
Can’t spell vaca, never even took off
Flow so crazy I almost took the hook off
Eyes low, mind slow sometimes I look off
Before I take my foot off the pedal I’ll cut my foot off
Damn
Oh you thought that I was playing
I don’t think you really hear the shit I’m saying
Game over

[Hook]
I came I saw I conquered
I don’t take no days off I’m a monster
I got this weight on my shoulder
I’m just saying for y’all the game’s over I’m done playing