Shadow Box

Verse 1:

I'm toe to toe with these apparitions
The left hand holds the talent, while the right symbolizes ambition
Peep, listen
Cliche, but I'm on a mission
Drunken minus the master swinging swiftly steady missin'
I'm working every day, hard to improve my position
Tales flow so smoothly, you would swear they consisted of fiction
Fact driven
Won't speak it if it never happened
Real MC shit, minus the trafficking and the pistol packin'
They closing in on me, I feel the heavy breathin'
Lurkin' trying to spoil the ideas that I'm conceivin'
On an uneven playing field I'm competin'
They turnin up the beat, ignoring what I be speakin'
So this evenin'
I'm shadow boxing in this dojo
Work on my flow so
I can give Dikembe fingers and some no-nos
To all of these, lukewarm niggas swearing they so cold
Wrap around asphyxiate 'em lyrical chokehold

Chorus:
I'm shadow boxing in this dojo
Beating down your block searching hard for some promo
I'm in a purple cloud, choking got me moving slow mo
I know I'm looking clean at the light, please no photos(no photos)
(x2)

Verse 2:

Find your seats quickly, Act II is beginning soon
The seeds I planted way back are just starting to bloom
Giving rap CPR (be)fore it reaches the tomb
Spreading mass hysteria like snow in the middle of June
My time in this dark room is paying dividends
Spit to a crowd now, they speechless, got 'em riveted
Haters falling back, retreating, claiming their innocence
You are the cause, let's pinch it off, time to finish this shit
I'm stepping in swinging swords like a lunatic
Limbs and lungs litter the floor, I'm on my Uma shit
Hearts and elbows, lot of blood spatter
Severing sets of lips just to silence all the chatter
All-star season headed straight to the Pro Bowl
Team on my back, like Boobie Miles and the Mojo
I can bring your bars down to freezing, maybe below
I'm taking all pupils downtown at the dojo

(Chorus x2)