Lyrics
I paid my debt to society
Now society owes me
Been getting no sleep
Mostly what I do is OD
On getting sharper and precise
Smarter with time, handling mine
Like Isaiah Thomas in his prime
Autonomous mind
Got the freest thoughts out the streets of New York
They be knowing how I'm treating this sport
They see me score
Like a Zinedine on football field
With footwork, hiding a ball
But make it look all real
Grey Dorsett, Dallas Cowboy Corvette
I'm like a sports vet
Never give these whores respect
I've been away, but still, yet
Never lost a step
A real threat
Every day I'm closer towards success
Jordan, Steph, Kobe and Gretzky, no regrets
I approach it, calm and collect
Like Federer, what separates me from the pack?
My instinct of a killer, they sweet
Like corn syrup, soft like silicone filler
Killing my body in the weight room
Manipulate the weight like I'm Manu Dibongo with a great tune
Prelude to greatness, Jean-Claude and the kumate
Tony Ja in On-Bak I'm dishing out beatings
Got your head coach screaming
Now he benching you
Now you realize my shit talking was intentional
With less than five seconds on the clock
Guess who got the ball? Hands to the side of your face
Watching the jumper fall
Some people say this rap is a sport
The champ is me see, there ain't no runner up
This is the major league where big hits are guaranteed
Heavyweight weight rhyme writers
This ain't a credit card game
Rap is a cash sport
It's the bottom of the ninth swinging for my life
Before drill rap
We was doing drills at the park
Then copping forties, damn
Scotty spilt his guts in the car
While they was building arenas
I was taking shots like Gilbert Arenas