Never said I was the best
With the pen or the mic, but I get it off my chest
Like bench press. I'mma REP for Christ, and I PUSH MORE WEIGHT

When the streets be LIGHT.
I guess pushing keys ain't my TYPE of respiratory stress
I'd rather push breaths of life

They want me to stand still, but I'm a mover like
A lil' more to the left. Or right
Make your minds up. Being WATCHED from the sky, I guess my time's up

Light Era. Get behind us. And no, you can't FADE us
Check the LINEUP!
Bring barbers. I'll bring J.C. I ain't say Sean Carter

He couldn't save me. Just a year removed from 18
Rise higher than the TIDE, your kind just fades jeans
The say we ALL in together, til' the day they heard Street Light bring a lil' eXTRA

I DETER GENTlemen from falling to lesser. To the rescue like Carmen Electra
No hassle-hoff. Went from being the lost to success on the minds like tassles
I don't respond to beef. But I'm the BLACK KNIGHT, BIG MAC to you WHITE CASTLES!

Too easy, I'll let em' CATCH UP. I don't rhyme for the CHIPS, I ain't worried 'bout
Much. While you sippin SIX PACKS, I get it in the CRUNCH
That's a triple entendre, the language is clutch

Get served, or get in line to order, they want to mean mug. Sideline reporters
Mad with a mic in their hand cuz' they rap for a dollar, but I perform in the FOURTH QUARTER!
The coach and the owner's name be Jehovah, they try to twist it like the tops of sodas

I moved in a room full of vultures, it never phased me, holiness be my culture
I don't mean to brag, but the way I body beats, I'mma need a bag
I'm ahead of the race, can't believe the lag, it's my track

You gon' need them Adidas bad