Verse 1: Yeah, real life, young go-getta // about to hit 'em with his own, get the show set-up // now his whole city's proud of their own little // boy that would grow into a full-blown gorilla // yeah, now he's a beast that would grow bigger // venomous tongue, in his zone, son is a cold k**er // no dopedealer, but he supply the fiends // tell 'em what he tells the skinny girls - go figure // but little did they know he would own every // track he got on, drop bombs on these bullsh**ters // and hold (-ing) the microphone steady, man, he's so ready // he's already going for the throne and gold medal // (yeah!) haters want to see him gone but he won't let 'em // and if you ever thought he would, homie, you should know better // nah, he's no quitter // just a man with the heart of lion trying to show 'em that I won't give up... // Chorus (x2): La-la-la-Lionheart! // Are you ready for me now? // I'm coming at the speed of sound! // La-lionheart... La-lionheart... Verse 2: Tell 'em all to make room for the new kid // they all thought was running out of fuel, now the dude's spit // sicker than any possible flu that the news pick // to push, man, he's looking ready to shoot, got the fuse lit // so that's what I did, been on the move since // I am so prepared for battle even my mood swings // plus I made a vow to always give 'em my two cents // right until they picking up a new scent // f** it, I'ma live life, go and get it while I'm young // 'cause that sh**'ll make you blind like you're staring at the sun // so I try not to worry and just have a little fun // 'til that 9 millimeter leaves the barrel of the gun // if you think it sounds harsch, just look at where my heroes went // they either died from a bullet or from h**n // so I guess from here on I'm the heir to the throne // to carry the load and go 'til they bury my bones... // Chorus.