Verse 1:
 Six million is what it cost them
 To put back together that cat Steve Austin
 Now Defari gets Bionic
 Over 6 million tracks with 10 million topics
 I'm fiber optic crystal clear with my projection
 Wack MCs get cloths lined when they walk across my intersection
 They need protection
 Some guidance some right direction
 A job center with with an application for a new profession
 Never settle for nothing' less
 I blaze contests
 And set shops for pay days
 In strange ways life twists and turn
 Word to Gangstarr in this business skrilla Hard To Earn
 I format attack new knack technique
 Speak with a passion on wax and tape and CD
 Mad niggas front for paper
 And switch like a bitch in and out like a cross fader
 All I know is how to rock shit
 They say the hotter the MC the hotter the spot get
 "Lock shit down"

 Hook:
 It's the coming
 Of the bionic
 Defari here to
 "Lock shit down" (x3)

 Verse 2:
 See I got books of lyrics on deck like Tash
 Pocket full of cash ready to bounce rollin' slash
 Seater and hash
 Pro Tour in the Masters
 Grab the mic flex my wrists and hit like Sampres
 Handle this
 Make you believe like an evangelist (what?)
 That real MCs are coming to reclaim Los Angeles
 And heres are standing chance
 To finally get my time to shine
 In the golden state like Sprewell out the hatch
 "Lock lock"
 This heat is hot it make me lock like astronaut
 Like Heru said that shit for my people when we blow spots
 Pause
 Freeze
 My steez rolls like Es, V12s, trees and seven seas
 If you didn't know champ
 Defari Heru is a Lowland brother
 From the Likwit camp

 Hook

 Verse 3:
 Wack MCs get damaged like civil eyes to savage
 Sharp lyrics cut deep wounds these niggas need bandages
 They can't handle this Los Angeles
 Relentless pressure
 Full court measure for measure
 I'm like Piteno a game plan Gambino
 Where every verse starts with defense first like a casino
 Every minute every hour I use brain power
 For Mr. Space Shuttle Challenger I devour
 A Tower like Eiffel
 Bust off verses like rifles
 Bust all bullets through flesh unless you're wearing a vest
 And even then I still enter
 The human form of a splinter
 The summer fall spring winter
 "Lock lock"
 Likwit crew member
 Champion contender
 Holy like the month of December
 The raw prototype member

 Hook