The Game is Onoff

Death threats don't phase me.
Truth is we're still slaves to this reality.
I've been stabbed with a knife, never begging for mercy for my life.
I live to help not only myself but others get right.
I follow the light.
This ain't livin anyway.
In tears beggin for help as I pray.
I speak without permission.
I'm Da KinG so I need no admission.
Unstoppable to the compitition
Be filled with recognition that I'm true about my mission.
I'll keep running like a transmission until you get the definition.
I make my foes dissappear like a magician.
My mind is filled with lyrical ammunition.
Peep the wise words from the commission.
Last year I was just getting started, this year I'm dominating with repetition. The true game is on and no longer played as an exhibition.
Towards evil, I bring in the demolition.
I'm leaving fakes on the floor to be identified by the mortician.
I'm nourishing my people's mind, like body does with nutrition.
It's all a game to them for us to be struggling.
More then we can deal with we're constently juggling.
I'm tougher then a stallion.
My presences is seen by all like a medallion.
I'll remain the people's true KinG, livin or dead and gone.
While over seeing it all, the game is on.