Shadow Box

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)