Stand on ya feet, you be running the streets
you be spittin heat, flow with the beat
pound words more then you pound meat
dig in the dirt with your cleats
treat all these people to trick or treats
let them fly out of there seats and praise you
because from there point of view, they think you God
you fire rhymes like a firing squad
You be climbing to the top of the charts
your heart be pounding, its like you be rounding second base
at a steady pace but then everything get erased
right infront of your freaking face