Preseason [Intro]

I said I'm sorry for the heavy wait, this no anvil
I'm giving straight bars that I know that you can't handle
You claim to want the real, when I;m the man you demanded
I can't stand when niggas don't stand by their standards
But what's a man without manners?
It's all peace and love, lets put the cans to the canvas
But we're not in Kansas anymore
Lucy called me the man, what you think that I met her for?
This Aaliyah jet landing, Mr. King in the matrix
White men as the slaves, snitches that do not say shit
Lions that are the prey, and thotties that want relationships
I know that's alot of crazy shit, so flip the script
Now I'm relentless, you defenceless, you the real, and I'm pretentious
I've, reached my peak, and you the endless
Fans be, feeling me, and you the senseless

[Skit]

I'm like the Jordan of my city 84/85