The crowd was hype, chanting as if watching a fight
Waiting for me to step on stage and rock the mic
Adrenaline pumping, heart pounding from the sight
Will I stutter and fuck up or will I take flight?
Will they understand my punchlines and metaphors?
And will I go home that night to fuck a better whore?
Fame can be great or it can destroy you from within
I’d rather live my life behind the mic instead of full of sin
With every word spoken the crowd responds with emotion
Hopin’ I’ll continue on forever, jokin’ at the notion of me chokin’
The beast is unleashed to display the most feared psycho known
The metamorphosis alters the way I rock the microphone
I’d rather roam the stage with no attachments
Verbs are advancements; metaphors are my only enhancements
Hip hop heads go crazy in a way that’s slightly demonic
When they hear pure intelligence mixed in with Ebonics
The chronic only enhances my level of skill
The real can be ill without talking about using steel
Vibrations shock through your body from the subs
I spit for myself, but it would be tight to be loved
From the streets to the club I dream of rockin a beat
Take a seat and witness what provides me the heat
Let the words flow through your body and capture the moment
Now everyone’s bobbin’ their head, even my opponents
As I exit the stage only the mic is left in the spotlight
The standing ovation proves I rocked the mic right
I awake to find myself still lying in bed
Did that really happen or was it all in my head?
I’ll continue rappin’ with a stronger ambition
To one day be an emcee is now my mission
It seemed so real but reality isn’t what it seems
It was merely a dream, a dream to be an emcee