Seattle SuperSonics, seven for one, human eraser
Marvin Webster, green socks off the dresser
Words flow like whatever, the drum match lyrical terror
It's a miracle, how vocals spank off the fiberglass
Wilson balls in the NBA's leather
Rap hearts with a personal vendetta
Rappers alright, they ain't getting better
The flow downtown, Freddie Brown, Jack Sikma
Freckles on my face like Dennis Johnson
Off the pick behind Gus Williams
My coach, Lenny Wilkens, tell me to get 'em
Green and gold uniform, another pro is born
Now rappers boxed up like popcorn, concession stands
Dick Weatherspoon, baseline with the left hand
Slick watch with the slant at the side headband
Lonnie Shelton checking in
Cheerleaders doing they headstands
After the jump shot, my vocals heard blasted in the Trans Am
Pontiac act out, AM to PM
I'm like Paul Silas
Keeping the crowd roaring in that coliseum
The Key Arena, super rap suprema
Before any big game I'm soaking my face in Noxzema
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Mike Bantum and Bob Love up front
Bobby Wilkerson ready to stunt
Spot built with that forty-five inch vertical jump
David Thompson with the tomahawk, head over the rim
Up higher than Shawn Kemp
They working in the paint with Sam Perkins
Still ripping the track with my ankle hurting
Hitting my foul shots in person, without being nervous
My jersey your fans wanna purchase
1-800 Order urgent, hot vocal service
Pass behind my back to Xavier McDaniel turning
Opposing teams in the G League learning
Slam dunk, I'm deleting all the curses in the verses
My opponent the worstest
Everybody think they in the league, playing in the circus
On TV, satellite, closed circuit
The pen tryna damage my shoulder on purpose
My ultra sneakers by Patrick Ewing, crossover and urban
Bright white like shoes on nurses
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