His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
Theres vomit on his sweater already, moms spaghetti
Hes nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words wont come out
Hes chokin, how everybodys jokin now
The clocks run out, times up over blaw
Snap back to reality, oh there goes gravity
Oh, there goes rabbit, he choked
Hes so mad, but he wont give up that
Easy? no
He wont have it , he knows his whole back city ropes
It don't matter, hes dope
He knows that, but hes broke
Hes so stacked that he knows
When he goes back to his mobile home, thats when its
Back to the lab again yo
This whole rap city
He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him