[Verse 1]
You got one chance in the moment
And everything else is below it
He stands there hoping he won't blow it
But no one would fucking know it
Cause he's posed, he's poised
He's done this a million times with his boys
But before he hits the stage, It's like his voice won't make a noise He chokes on his spit, and when he spits, it sounds like shit
All the shit that he'll get from the kids
Will make his ass want to up and quit
But he can't quit, he must commit
Because his thoughts he must transmit
He's spent the time and had the patience
He's connected through conversations
Ever since he was a kid with a dream that one day he might be seen Hits up on the radio and vids up on the TV screen
Money and the fame and the glory, the nation's real success story Get his name up in the history books
Never heard of the term "Memento mori"
Dashing off, he's had enough
He's running down seven whole city blocks
He's had it with the haters, the liars and the fakers
The movers, the shakers, the fame makers and the breakers
He knows that he's the shit
And that his destiny is for something greater

[Hook]
Hit 'em with the M16
Hit 'em with the coffee and the cream
Hit 'em with the thread and the seam
Hit 'em with the beat that'll get the crowd up off of their feet
And down onto the floor
Where they want more and more and they can't ignore
That he's coming for that open door
Where opportunity stood before, yeah
Yeah, he's coming for that open door
Where opportunity stood before, yeah
Yeah, he's coming for that open door
Where opportunity stood
[Verse 2]
Round two, it's down to him and his verse and his nerves, too
Hit 'em with a fucking beat they can swerve to
The hors d'oeuvres, dude
Forget about that girl before that curved you
She don't deserve you
Plenty of fish in the sea out there
You can hook one that serves you
King of the local scene in the crowd
He came here with his whole crew
Kill it on stage in sixteen bars
And you'll be playing bigger shows soon
Mic in his hand with the world before him
TOMB got his back on the ones and twos
He can run the city with his voice alone
Run this town like he's got the shoes
Lick your lips, prepare to spit, prepare for real, no counterfeit
Prepare to go from being shitty
To everybody saying "You the shit"
Prepare for all you've dreamed about
Just as soon as you open your mouth
And having the thoughts you've bottled up
Come uncorked and start pouring out
Lights go down, the time is now
The crowd is ready on all accounts
The room is wet, he feels the sweat
He wanted this and he took the vow
The chant of the crowd is roaring loud
He gives Tim a silent "Wow"
Trash TV starts raging out
Killing shit, blaow blaow blaow
[Hook]
Hit 'em with the M16
Hit 'em with the coffee and the cream
Hit 'em with the thread and the seam
Hit 'em with the beat that'll get the crowd up off of their feet
And down onto the floor
Where they want more and more and they can't ignore
That he's coming for that open door
Where opportunity stood before, yeah
Yeah, he's coming for that open door
Where opportunity stood before, yeah
Yeah, he's coming for that open door
Where opportunity stood before, yeah

[Bridge]
I can feel it creepin' in my...
I can feel it creepin' in my...
I can feel it creepin' in my...
I can feel it creepin' in my...
I can feel it creepin' in my...
I can feel it creepin' in my...
I can feel it creepin' in my...
I can feel it

[Hook]
Hit 'em with the M16
Hit 'em with the coffee and the cream
Hit 'em with the thread and the seam
Hit 'em with the beat that'll get the crowd up off of their feet
And down onto the floor
Where they want more and more and they can't ignore
That he's coming for that open door
Where opportunity stood before, yeah
Yeah, he's coming for that open door
Where opportunity stood before, yeah
Yeah, he's coming for that open door
Where opportunity stood before, yeah