Letras
I'm waking up before the sun to chase a ghost
The killer instinct in the paint, I'm at the post
They count the rings, but they don't see the bleeding floor
The Mamba in my DNA is screaming "More"
Like Jordan in the flu game, I'm rising from the heat
With Phil Jackson's silence making every breath discrete
I'm a sniper on the wing, Curry's range, Klay's touch
When the pressure's at its peak, I don't feel the crutch
It's the will, it's the power, it's the midnight oil
It's the fruit of the spirit in the hardened soil
I don't need to see the mountain just to know it's there
I'm breathing in the fire, I'm breathing in the prayer
I put Him first, and then I let the world fade
Built on a promise that the legends already made
It's faith in things unseen, it's the grit and the rasp
The championship trophy in a weathered grasp
From the court to the stage, from the soul to the win
I'm findin' where the spirit and the sweat begin.
I've got Chester's vocal lightning bottled in my chest,
With Brent Smith's passion putting every fear to rest.
I'm storytelling like Slim Shady, vocab on a climb,
But I've got Jelly's "necessary" truth inside the rhyme
Multi-genre like MGK, I won't stay in the lines
I'm digging for the gold inside the darkest mines
It's the rasp, it's the soul, it's the grit in the voice
When you're standing in the wreckage, worship is a choice.
I put Him first, and then I let the world fade
Built on a promise that the legends already made
It's faith in things unseen, it's the grit and the rasp
The championship trophy in a weathered grasp
From the court to the stage, from the soul to the win
I'm findin' where the spirit and the sweat begin
Tebow on the knee when the stadium is loud
Seeking one set of eyes in a million-person crowd
They call it "Zen," I call it peace that passes all thought
Lessons from the legends that can never be bought
The Shaq-sized presence, the Eleven-Ring height
Walking by my faith and NO LONGER BY MY SIGHT!