Verse 1
Overtime is over
Yea I used to f-k 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 s-t
Jack in the box, motherf-kin 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 b**** I complain
I talk about brain, I over-mention my name
But the difference is..
If I say I'm riding on the train,..
F-k 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
Chorus
I came I saw I conquered
I don't take no days off I'm a monster
Got this weight on my shoulder,
I'm just saying for y'all the game's over I'm done playing
Verse 2
Look...I been on some hard s-t
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, s***e 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 s-t is so serious, all out tackle,
no two-hand touch, I make dudes man up,
I get bruised, scratched cut,
I give two fat f-ks
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 s***, It feels real real like a game on Nintendo Wii
But just depend on me,
The only time I play wit a Xbox is if my ex's box comes with f*******,
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
d***
Oh you thought that I was playing, I don't think you really hear the s-t I'm saying, game over
Chorus
Overtime is over
Yea I used to f-k 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 s-t
Jack in the box, motherf-kin 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 b**** I complain
I talk about brain, I over-mention my name
But the difference is..
If I say I'm riding on the train,..
F-k 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
Chorus
I came I saw I conquered
I don't take no days off I'm a monster
Got this weight on my shoulder,
I'm just saying for y'all the game's over I'm done playing
Verse 2
Look...I been on some hard s-t
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, s***e 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 s-t is so serious, all out tackle,
no two-hand touch, I make dudes man up,
I get bruised, scratched cut,
I give two fat f-ks
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 s***, It feels real real like a game on Nintendo Wii
But just depend on me,
The only time I play wit a Xbox is if my ex's box comes with f*******,
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
d***
Oh you thought that I was playing, I don't think you really hear the s-t I'm saying, game over
Chorus