Someone turned on the spotlight, but the stage is still cold,
All you bitches freeze on the spot while I spit out pure gold.
Throw some vinyl on the silver, while I create platinum hits,
About to cause more commotion than Janet Jackson's tits.
But I'll shift down and keep it light, just for the start,
I'll run circles in your mind while you be clutching your heart.
Cause you'll see it hurts to be served while others observe,
Skills locked for a lifetime like Kobe Bryant deserved.
My vocabulary works itself so quick like rabbits trying to breed,
Lyrics cutting you faster than Edward Scissorhands on speed.
Leaving you shaking in your boots and your lungs depleted,
Rhymes so ridiculous even Ripley couldn't believe it.
Post 9/11 and I'm still the biggest threat on the planet,
Words of mass destruction ripping through steel and granite,
I'm the kid on the block your mom said never play with,
Cause I stole your lunch money, but left the mic for Naismith.