Pharoahe Monch - The Life (ESPN Theme) lyrics

[Pharoahe talking] The life, uh-check it, yeah, come on Pharoahe Monch, Tribeca, Major League What's the deal now come on [Hook: Pharoahe] My life is all I have My ball, my pen, my pad And I done made it through the struggle, don't judge me What you say now, won't budge me Cuz where I come from, so often People you grew up with are layin in a coffin But I done made it through the pain that's life It's my time now, my world, my life My life! [Verse 1: Tribeca] Yo, the greatest of all time Look at the world, it's all mine On top of my game, no... top of my name Went from rockin the boat to coppin a plane I'm so vain, went from Dightman to Hynesman to goin pro Went from ?bumboos? to sunroofs and throwin dough Now I'm laid back, thinkin "Oh, my life is sho'" Look at my crib, look at my fridge, I was so po' But I graduated, no longer agitated Yo I'm glad I made it, that's "Toast!" to those who hated Look at my life, look at my wife, dawg - I'm so rich Look at my kids, without family I'm hopeless I hope you knows this Come follow my life, right [Hook: Pharoahe] My life is all I have My ball, my pen, my pad And I done made it through the struggle, don't judge me What you say now, won't budge me Cuz where I come from, so often People you grew up with are layin in a coffin But I done made it through the pain and strife It's my time now, my world, my life My life! [Verse 2: Tribeca] Yo, what will the sport be without me? I got six rings, six championships - Clinching Big things, got a sneaker line that's retro-fitted Might catch you in it? - Nah, your game too timid Might move your pivot I need a dresser pose like Ray Allen and Eddy Jones I need Derrick G to Michael Philly - hot like fever I need a knock-out king that's outboxing Outfoxing, got knees locking This game we play's like similar to life Similar to Christ, similar to ice If you split you fall, you are no longer God My life was so hard, I'm glad I had sports y'all [Hook 2: Pharoahe] My life is all I have My sk**s, my hops, my jab And I done made it through the struggle, don't judge me What you say now, won't budge me Cuz where I come from, so often People you grew up with are layin in a coffin But I done made it through the pain and strife It's my time now, my world, my life My life! [Verse 3: Tribeca] Yo, I write conceit to both the Stanley Cups to amateurs To the least ?Ironbergs? in the world that manage us Injuries that damage us, man it's rough Do we still get paid for that day, that ?cannon bust? Will I ever play a sport again with lavishes? What team are we tryin to adjust, my ?Afro gents? If God answers me "No" When will I blow? Where will I go? Who will it be who's givin aid? That chance to roam in the gain, throw back my pain Retrack my fameless name Uh - in the gym, overweight, 'gain and again Getting my offence right, gotta better my life - Yup [Hook 2: Pharoahe] My life is all I have My sk**s, my hops, my jab And I done made it through the struggle, don't judge me What you say now, won't budge me Cuz where I come from, so often People you grew up with are layin in a coffin But I done made it through the pain that's life It's my time now, my world, my life My life! [Hook: Pharoahe] [Outro: Pharoahe] Tribeca, Pharoahe Monch, Three Point Entertainment The life