Verse 1:

I'm toe to toe with these apparitions

The left hand holds the talent, while the right symbolizes ambition

Peep, listen

Cliche, but I'm on a mission

Drunken minus the master swinging swiftly steady missin'

I'm working every day, hard to improve my position

Tales flow so smoothly, you would swear they consisted of fiction

Fact driven

Won't speak it if it never happened

Real MC shit, minus the trafficking and the pistol packin'

They closing in on me, I feel the heavy breathin'

Lurkin' trying to spoil the ideas that I'm conceivin'

On an uneven playing field I'm competin'

They turnin up the beat, ignoring what I be speakin'

So this evenin'

I'm shadow boxing in this dojo

Work on my flow so

I can give Dikembe fingers and some no-nos

To all of these, lukewarm niggas swearing they so cold

Wrap around asphyxiate 'em lyrical chokehold

Chorus:

I'm shadow boxing in this dojo

Beating down your block searching hard for some promo

I'm in a purple cloud, choking got me moving slow mo

I know I'm looking clean at the light, please no photos(no photos)

(x2)

Verse 2:

Find your seats quickly, Act II is beginning soon

The seeds I planted way back are just starting to bloom

Giving rap CPR (be)fore it reaches the tomb

Spreading mass hysteria like snow in the middle of June

My time in this dark room is paying dividends

Spit to a crowd now, they speechless, got 'em riveted

Haters falling back, retreating, claiming their innocence

You are the cause, let's pinch it off, time to finish this shit

I'm stepping in swinging swords like a lunatic

Limbs and lungs litter the floor, I'm on my Uma shit

Hearts and elbows, lot of blood spatter

Severing sets of lips just to silence all the chatter

All-star season headed straight to the Pro Bowl

Team on my back, like Boobie Miles and the Mojo

I can bring your bars down to freezing, maybe below

I'm taking all pupils downtown at the dojo

(Chorus x2)