The beat drops ya getting hyped up
After this show ya bout to go light up
U nervous its ya first time performin live
Butterflies inside the snare hits feel the vibe
U cant think u cant remember the slick words
Thick wit verbs written in ya pad such a sick verse
(Uh-oh) its ya turn u recall the first bar
The crowd thirst hard for every rhyme every versed bar
U spit it sick the flow is flawless perfected
U protected by ya soul n now u’ll be respected
