Now that the lockout over, they been talkin all this jazz They not them bulls with the heat,they Lebron not on the cavs If we talkin bout ballin' im the 2012 Mavs Or the 08 Celtics, yall the D league cla** Watch and see me spazz,in my B.o.B bag Cuz eight bars from them,make you ask where the talent go? Sixteen from me would make you stop the whole f**ing show I wouldn't let them haters,make a penny off the dollar slow I hit one they all fall,like dominoes Pockets extranomical,haters watching how I go Spit the sh** to make you say damn let the n***a flow Ryhmes nice,wrist cold from the ice This rap thing is cake, im just cutting me a slice Its yall fault, y'all shouldn't of put me in the cypher Metaphoric wordplay,make me deadly like a sniper Geared up like a biker,take ya girl if I like her they be checkin me for prints, say I murderin the cypher Get a number, its a long line of haters No thats not my hormones,i go hard for the paper Top two be the team flow on special needs And my boys just ball, u can call us Mr. Clean Yea we all about the green,yall just thinkin bout the dream Im like Popeye with the spinach, yall a can sweet peas Tell them hater follow me, gotta keep it rated G And you know I'm gettin buzz, like im at a spellin bee If I k** it easily, imagine me at my best, face me and get a L,like a knights move in chess Can't say im not blessed, one metaphor left They be starin at my paper like they cheatin off my test