[Verse 1: Turntablist hip-hop male MC, punchy breakbeat drums, heavy scratches, sharp turntablist flow] Saturday mornin', chain nets janglin' in the wind Game to eleven, winners stay, and I been on since ten Hit one from the elbow, hit one from the wing Hit one in a dude's face, made the whole fence ring Fourth one off the glass and the sideline goin' nuts Now I'm callin' for the rock 'cause I'm feelin' it in my guts New girl checkin' me, ponytail and knee pads Little smirk on her face like she knows somethin' I don't have I said, sweetheart, you better switch, get somebody to help She said, run it back, baby, I can guard you by myself [Hook: Turntablist hip-hop male MC, scratches on every line, breakbeat slamming] Call the heat check, pull it from the logo Four straight in your face, tell 'em take a photo Call the heat check, everybody hold your breath If it drops, I'm the man, if it don't, there's nothin' left [Cypher: Turntablist hip-hop male MC trading with raw-throated female MC, shrinking trade, faster each round] [Dez: turntablist male MC] You ain't never seen a shooter like me on this block I got range from the parking lot, I'm burnin' up the clock [Reese: raw-throated female MC] Baby, I been watchin', you just chuckin' and you lucky I got hands in your jersey and your handle's gettin' sticky [Dez: turntablist male MC] Four straight, baby, that's a fact [Reese: raw-throated female MC] Four in a row and you never looked back [Dez: turntablist male MC] Watch this [Reese: raw-throated female MC] Miss it [Dez: turntablist male MC] Fire [Reese: raw-throated female MC] Liar [Hook: Turntablist hip-hop male MC, scratches on every line, breakbeat slamming] Call the heat check, pull it from the logo Four straight in your face, tell 'em take a photo Call the heat check, everybody hold your breath If it drops, I'm the man, if it don't, there's nothin' left [Verse 2: Turntablist hip-hop male MC, the scratches cutting harder, sharp turntablist flow] So I go up from the logo with the whole park on its feet She came flyin' from the blind side, sent the ball into the street Brought it back up the left side while I'm standin' on my own Pulled up from the logo, from my spot, my exact zone Didn't even watch it fall, she just held the follow-through Swish, chain nets singin', and the sideline knew it too She looked back at me and grinned, then she pointed at the line Game point, she said, next, and I walked off on her time [Final Hook: Turntablist hip-hop male MC, full scratches, breakbeat slamming] Call the heat check, pull it from the logo Four straight in your face, tell 'em take a photo Call the heat check, everybody hold your breath If it drops, I'm the man, if it don't, there's nothin' left [End]
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