[Intro: everything said is echoed]
Yeah yeah yeah! Tri-state area
Live in New Jersey, and motherf**in Giant Stadium
Live for the first time, live on stage the motherf**in Commi$$ion
Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen
Please stand in line, please stand in line
We just now been confirmed, that's tonight main event has been sold out
[Kool Keith:]
I'm that new f**in product, they chose over Ray Allen
While the coaches scream
The uniform on each teams are cheap
Look at the roster everybody, this general manager signed got no talent
He's not thinkin I'm out to interfere with his offense
The league sees me, pull the rims out the gla** like Dawkins
Bruce Rattner can't match the contract
Reebok's f**in up, with bad shoes
My agent got me eight thousand one billion
A dollar deal just once a week to wear New Balance
You a freshman junior n***a the seniors keep you silenced
Graduation you not goin pro you won't make it H-O
[same rapper as Intro:]
Giant motherf**in Stadium!
When you speak of legends make sure you mention my name
I'm the last don standin, when I spark the flame
My name been ringin bells before coke got stepped on
When Harlem was the mecca, out of town cats were slept on
Labels scared to sign me they say my sh** is too raw
The only reason n***az is still breathin, cause they roll with the law
People say I changed, but I'm just a little calmer
I clutch so many guns motherf**ers oughta call me Palmer
Think of somethin sweet I'll put 5, up in your cheekbone
I oughta get honored for every coward, I touched with the chrome
Dope seller, hood fella, some say I'm worse than Suge
I'm a Harlem Knight f'real 'til the day I'ma rep my hood
Check my file dawg I spent 12 years in a cell
Then it's back to clutchin heat, if this rap sh** fail~!
[Kool Keith:]
Carbo-hybo-spaghetti will make you n***az mo' stronger
Too much milk and powder will f** up your muscles
I warned you, you can't play forward
And backaway with that bullsh**, off the rim shot
Just got off waivers, I'll make your team hot
Coach you up and coming, give y'all the championship you don't got
Make your crew practice and run track a lot
You might pack a spot, win two games out of 160
It can't be
You know I can't be injured, before the season stop
Because y'all b**h up and miss me
Dunk on motherf**ers more harder when they diss me
Then chicken n***az they turn crispy
I leave 'em sniffed up, alley where the piss be
They girl happy for pennies motherf**er count this G
Minutes on the court, you ba*tards can't get mad
I let y'all play a 2 or 3
Giant motherf**in Stadium!
Giant motherf**in Stadium!