[Intro]
Ladies and gentlemen, we are here for an incredible match-up. On the one side of the court, we have the high-flying, the young phenom, the globe-trotting Masego
And the other side of the court, the perennial allstar, the one and only J. Period
Let's go to the court folks

[Verse 1: Masego]
They got a problem, they gon' come to me
I got that answer like that number three
That boy don't ball, that boy can't ball he weak
Leave all them tricks and things up in the streets

[Chorus: Masego]
Globe-trotting, long-legged, trash-talking
Future legend, gone head
Globe-trotting, long-legged, trash-talking
Future legend, gone head

What a spectacular move there from young Masego. This is truly a battle of the ages
On the one hand, the young phenom Masego is cutting, slashing, and taking the ball to the hole in spectacular fashion
On the other hand, J. Period, the wildly veteran training jumpers from every corner of the court
Let's go back to the action folks

[Verse 2: Masego]
I know you know you ain't gon' get this dub
I've been working for two-three summers bruh
Don't make me hand you to the internet
They'll meme you up and push you out the door
[Chorus: Masego]
Globe-trotting, long-legged, trash-talking
Future legend, gone head
Globe-trotting, long-legged, trash-talking
Future legend, gone head

[Verse 3: Shad]
I'm at the court looking lame in these tear-aways stretching
Yeah, it's fair to say I carry weights but my weapons
I mean I like my carrot cake, marinate, still I can move like a pair of skates
Imagine a fat Derek Rose, Hair like a black Larry David but handle like Stephan, and I shoot it like Steph can, with my left hand, holding court in my sweatpants, multiple sweatbands, face full of sweatglands
And I got the best damn trash talk at the whole Y
I'm that old guy punking you
Wesley Snipes "White Men Can't Jump"in' you
True Uncle Drew when I pump this shit
You know I can't dunk but I pump fake then under you and one
Never been number two
I'm the dude that got every trick
Got an elbow on every pick
And yes I call every foul
Every time you shoot I call out "Heavy Brick!"
Just to get in your head a bit
Head of yall, heavy set, five foot ten with a post game
And I take up the whole lane
No shame, tank top and a gold chain
And a Utah jazz meets Coltrane
Semi-pro meets propane
Throw flames at the hoops with my slow game
Looking like no game, but if you know game
Then you know I'm no lame
Future legend that's globetrotting
Trash talking on a black top, I'm like a black Stockton
'Cept I don't really pass often, I just catch it and pop it - yo back off
[Chorus: Masego]
Globe-trotting, long-legged, trash-talking
Future legend, gone head
Globe-trotting, long-legged, trash-talking
Future legend, gone head