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The Question
02:40
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Coming up the heart of bubbachuck
Summon the blunderbuss
Some of them runners up, run amok when the fun is up
Punish all, 5’11” listed six feet
Killer moves leave the best defenders all as swiss cheese
A brisk breeze and I find the millimeter in
A moment of weakness, i drive to the tin
My drive is that of a suvivalist, I fight to live
Took Mutombo with me when i got a title sniff
My deal with Reebok is paying steady dividends
Spend it all and get some more, set to live again
32 in a trust, at 55 I can access
Plus 800 per year until that hits
So the Answer is rocking the Question
Curlique on the Q is a reebok vector
So don’t tell me bout, we got pressure
Hexalite on the side with the deep raw measure
Are we talking ‘bout practice, naw
It’s AI in the Questions set to crack your jaw
Snap facades simply face foes, attack them all
Banshee on the court with the basketball,
One bulldog, a mini fro and no cornrows
Before dress codes, style and wardrobe
R double E B O K on the lace loops
stay true, steady fighting like Beirut
A VA dude 60 over ten, red toes
MJ on the D, getting exposed
Philly repping, 76ers
Shorts about as big as him containing swift blurs
Those couple sticks made the fire burn
And the kicks at the end, took him the entire turn
Nobody had so much guts and tenacity
Left other squads suffering such catastrophes
succotash indeed, no Liktwit crew though
Turn the strongest competitors into Menudo
From bowling alley brawls to Georgetown and the league
The quarterback attacker steady down to compete
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2. |
The Knick Killer
02:18
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Who’s the man who body slammed Kobe? Me
If I’m coming to your town bet I won’t be meek
Ask Spike Lee how the pain is dealt
I’m the card shark, run the table stain your pelt
Not RUN or Daryl Mac, but I’m raising hell
Documentary, I make your play youself
Two sharp elbows lead to two hands
Choke sign here, mocking your true fans
Made UCLA pre O’Bannon or Toby
Arby’s with the sauce, I’m planning to roast beef
my sister, she was better than you ever could be
Miller fam before Master P, you never compete
Running off of screens like a squeezie pull
Toe to toe with MJ, never feed me Bull
Making sharp cuts precise the air pound
PSI pressure the veteran tears down
Poison the square roots of Madison ave
So when miller time arrives, better batten the hatch
Getting the feed from Mark Jack, it’s a swish
no prayer, I’m the angel and assassin of this
If I happen to miss, the Davis Brothers are there
Dale and Antonio the cutters beware
Pump fake is deadly, it’s a poisonous feint
Feed the ball down to Rik, Dutch boy in the paint
Toying with Ahmad Rashad at ping pong
Playing with my off hand, killing your BING BONG
King Kong the conqueror beanpole but deadly
The bad guy best believe leagues won’t forget me
The hero who’s house became a pile of ash
bury that under the rug, dial it back
There’s something to be said for the privacy allowed
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Mt. Mutombo
02:16
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Rolling in the club like who want to sex Mutombo?
Bass in the place from dumb low
Forget a dunk here, best to bring your bag
Grim reaper’s scythe is my finger wag
Man does not fly in whose house? Mine
Plan to stop by with tooth out, fine
Double nickel not Air with the comeback
Rep it on my kicks like a shield where the fun’s at
You run that mouth, better train it to moonwalk
And dump that clout, I’m containing your tomb, akh
So do not test my formidable D
Let alone consider it, cause none are bigger than me
Mark Eaton doesn’t roam this paint here
Intimidation factor keeping the lane clear
Three seconds and I’m out the paint
Turn that gimmie layup you’re taking to an ain’t
Taking names Denver Nuggets on my chest
You’re just a puppet getting rugged with the refs
Three stripes rep them in these nights
Matisse like when I’m painting your bleak fright
A fee fi with a foe fum giant here
Clear path to the bucket til when I appear
Tribal print all the way to the outsole
55 makes the crest, knock them out cold
Got your pump fake running out air, you’re gassed
Altering shots don’t you dare trespass
Scratch that, might as well get a Vestax
Press your best laid to vinyl, and jet fast
I’m Jazzy Jeff with the crossfade, quiet is kept
I’ll send your shot back in time to find some pets
Chances slim to none, thinner than the air here
Colorado Rocky Road drove them to amp fear
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4. |
G Money
02:53
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Side, toe, ankle, collar and tongue
FILA all over the piece, it has begun
Moves quick enough to make the mighty miss
Detroit Piston mighty quick, ‘96
Jersey with the logo redone
Plus Sprite tie ins believe I see fun
No rerun, the bad boys are ancient history
That quick first step, you’re gone when I blitz your team
Mister Clean cut all american
Angelic but driven, Maserati seraphim
Patent leather blue triangles reflect
Trying to stop me and feel all the pangs of regret
Velcro loop on the heel, why not
Messing with your mind like psy ops
White leather supple as it ever was
Sublime pleasure, muscled up are left as dust
Grant Hill teams with FILA the GH2s, indeed that’s true
you never seem that smooth
It’s grant hill with the GH2s
Afeni’s son is seen rocking my shoes
All eyes on a pair that none could ever confuse
Iconic, forever so smooth
I’m on it David Raysse designs are the truth
Catch me redlining when I’m given an F
This is my life and Imma live it to death
That’s a logo reference, there is no hesitation
Unless you’re talking bout the dribble that the rest are facing
Crossover is Hardaway, I’m talking Tim
Not Penny or the boots that duns are often walking in
Plus the sole is blessed with herringbone
The world is mine, no need for sharing thrones
My team is motor city that’s how the crew plays
No more Coach K Nikes from the Duke Days
Before my junior year, it was those adidas though
Bankshots plus Artilleries the sneaker show
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5. |
The Admiral
02:31
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At the start of war, watch out for Carnivores
Teeth gnashing for the martyr more, sharks galore
Carpet floors, cover damage maybe guard the door
Tighten velcro straps, snatch a heart for sure
Regarding predators eating patterns the art of more
High tech, the connoisseur with a sharp repoire
Far from floors, flying over cats, you know the haps
Left handed with a note attached, I broke your back
The jumper deadly, got the lane opening wide
Split second and I’m gone, watch me smoke them in kind
Soaking in brine with bitterness
From what I did to them
Naval operator, got the flavor prime meridian
Shots are high percentage
The admiral, is it me or just the Cybergenics
My flight ascendant
It’s time to get it, my drive the weapon I’m throwing down
And if you didn’t know my name, well you know it now
Cover ground, got the moves of gazelle
Hardwood conqueror, proving it as well
These opera guys might talk a nice scheme
But do they really have that oxidized green?
In slow mo’s the only way you see the scene
Foot and ankle steady cradled by the neoprene
They’ll catch up to me when hell froze back
Still lock it down with those velcro straps
Safari midsole with black and white print
Jagged like the nerves of those to who try to fly since
Zen gray and black with a grimace touch
I mean the purple accent admit it’s tough
Anyone who starts Imma finish up
The carnival of carnivores find the dinner stuff
Spin and bust another move with straps steady
I’m ahead of my time, no other cats get me
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Beast from the East
02:41
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The man with Jamaican roots
the racist hatred I made it through, deja vu
planned to drive past the Rivalry Highs
Major shareholder goodbye the life of three stripes
Part of the design team, 33 Hi
Got a ball on the key chain, swinging behind
So come say hi to the bad guy
Don’t take a drive cause I’m swatting it, bye
Middle name Aloysius
Beast from the East with an Oak, my pal is vicious
No salad dishes or politicking, I’m here to rep
In the heart of adversaries where the fear is kept
Gerald Wilkins 360 dunk pirouettes
I give my all every game, are you (not) cheering yet?
Turning rims to rubber bands when the ball is dunked
I carry loads on my shoulders, you don’t haul enough
Jumper, hitting from the baseline-BLAOW!
Plus pulling down boards set take them out
Never taking that guff, raise the wristbands high
A living, breathing legend in this Garden of mine
The man whose pride wasn’t built with lions
Fighting to the end, set to kill the hydra
Nobody represents the rotten apple like I did
Another swish long range with the fly flick
Lockdown D, set to tighten the vice grip
Elbows sharpened to the point of an ice pick
July 5th, I’m there after all the fireworks
My silhouette inspires facing fight or flight at first
I’m staring right though your soul as you hide in smirks
Way before Kanye, I provided worth
The power of ownership, having a say in it
Word to Pat Riley’s hair, I’m staying slick
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The Worm
02:32
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Kevin Willis got the gator arms, I’m not sweating that
hop the chopper, I already packed the Medevac
Went from the Worm to a Demolition, Maaaaan
Lock down D, soon a head is missing, daaamn
Last seen lost out in Venice, licking spasm
Battle lines drawn, won’t let a regiment advance
A menace with a plan, studied every player’s moves
I play to win the science of it all, you play the moves
Serve a plate of blues, moved to San Anton
Shooting bricks like a mullet rocking Van Damme phone
Diving after loose balls like they’re made out of nitro
Glycerine my discipline can sizzle them like so
Participants who listen in will never understand
I do it for the love of the game, not for the fans
Awkward as a kid and then I morphed into me
Leave confusion behind at the source of defeat
Know them all better than they know themselves
I watch the bellybutton shift go get them Ls
Ink from my navel radiates around the logo
98 the pair of all stars are so dope
Modified Y bar for ankle support
The only one playing D on Magic tangled in war
Stitched leather upper with the non marking outsole
It’s game time and I’m set to knock them out cold
How so? Side visible React
I do work, leave it up to others to sizzle pizzazz
My nickname, the Worm, well it came from pinball
Getting championships and my winning’s the windfall
MJ’s got to track me down at the casino
And life can move so fast, but it seems slow
Zero regrets I tap the ball to myself
Chasing down another carom and it’s all in my wealth
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The Dream
02:30
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I remember the first time i wore shoes that fit me
Couldn’t stop jumping best assume the gym’s deep
serving dream shakes, giving Admirals brain freeze
you downing MVPs? Yeah you know 'keem
now open up and say ah when I'm killing your team
It’s all about the fulfillment of dreams
when I started off, they dropped the H from my name
Confused announcers and defenders, ways of the game
Facing the same walls that others had, I run it back
Cat quick with the skills, watch them stumble slack
Otis Thorpe by my side, Mad Max with the ball
He’s too busy rolling dice, set to shatter them all
Learned to hide the fire of my younger days, some amazed
Blocked shot records in the Finals, summer days
When I come and play they run away at stunning rates
Bank shot but none are safe, combo moves to punish fakes
In the offseason, catch me teaching some moves
Fundamentals of amazing but true, playing the groove
Not that quotable, my game it makes the statement so true
So humble that I went with Spalding making my shoe
34 on the side, but not Chuck with a flat
That’s Barkley on the shoulder if you’re getting the rap
From Phi Slamma Jamma up to Chuck and Glide
Hold it down for H-Town without a puff of pride, what a life
Then again, the fire burns within don’t test
Or I’ll have you so stressed with a dope flex
getting served by a guy rocking Payless kicks
You’ll see it on the highlights and really hate that bit
And ain’t that slick? No need to pay a hundred or more
So consider a pair of mine when you run to the store
Plus I play D, I’m not simply coming to score
You’ll feel my presence like that shadow creeping under your door
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Starbury
02:50
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They tried to bury the star, the Starbury is here
I gave my all to this game, staying very sincere
Who blazed the path to China, I became a God
Had to visit another world so I could break facades
The last of a dying breed, a city legend
Coney Island’s finest, forever kid be repping
Rucker in ‘96 with Al Cash and Bubbachuck
People climbing the fences just to get a glimpse at us
been a minute since it was, just a game no tinsel dust
Go ahead and mumble words if mince you must
In some cuffs? Nah, I got the game for life
On my coattails the other prodigies, they’ve arrived
Paid the piper, they try to beat me down with the flute
Foxy Brown video, I’m the one found in the suit
People not up on game saying Who’s he?
4am turning the Porsche into a hooptie
Slam Magazine? Man I built that
How many covers over the years? An ill stack
Should’ve been me on the front cover with the basketball
No jellybean prima donna, tough is the task involved
I settled for a towel on my shoulders, rocking a mean mug
Coney Island to the death, I’m repping the beast tough
Who Got Game? My life story, told by Spike Lee
I’m just here to fulfill a prophecy, don’t mind me
I’m that walking target, the one they pick apart
Meanwhile, the lights dim and still I finish hard
The scapegoat in a pair of And 1 sneakers
Maybe I should’ve signed with Nike or adidas
They would’ve had a PR machine to speak on my behalf
All star game I’m draining threes, rewind it back
Wolves to Suns to Nets to Knicks to Celtics overseas
My resume speaks for itself, just take the time to read
And try to see…
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The Reignman
01:54
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Lightning bolt on the side of this
Aftershock psychiatrist
Zig zag back with the fly assist
Coming to dunk and the drive it hits
95 was the year that it dropped
Try me, why, you’re appearing lost
Appear in a box made out of pine
Thunderous dunk when you’re out of line
Sonic BOOM that is pounding ears
Cats left in shock, when the sound appears
First the denial, now the tears
Tears tears drowning fears
We’re here repping that Reebok
Kicksreason on to the treetops
Pure dope the game, no detox
Breathe, stop checking that kiosk
We got something that you don’t
It’s called hops and we’re send your crew home
Revenue shown on the highlight reel
The Lister blister, hi fi deal
Even the Glove’s sitting back like damn
Giving me dap like that’s my man
Damn right, amplified
Slam from the drive, I’m the man tonight
Downright nasty, a Manson vibe
Not Marilyn embarrass them, with hands up high
Black and white, the nightmare zebra
Hanging on the rim,maybe even get tee’d up
Roll with the Mobius crew, and you?
Trying to stop,that’s a no can do
Die in the spot that you tried to stop me
Hexalite heel was for real, the bomb B
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My rhymes kick in like a turbobooster.
Fort Wayne.
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