Banned from Bracketville (feat. Queen Soliloquy, Handle Randall, P-Lo the Funky Pwrfwd & Centipede Ninja)

I'm Queen Soliloquy You can't check me Look down at my sneaks I'm gone in a heartbeat Whether the gym or the streets Concrete or the creek Call your 2 or your 3 You gon need some help with me You reach I teach My kicks clean they squeak Twenty trophies a week You can't compete with 'Quy Watch how you speaking to me 'Cuz I'm shooting from three Make my throws/ they free And my Summer's is flee Handle Randall Dismantle mantles Can't stand you, camel I hope they ban you, Daniel Can't shoot that can you I'm a Sun you candle These L's I hand you Know Randall ran you I'm a baller you vandal In the stands you fan you I'll sand your sandals Couldn't hand you handle Don't plan or plan to I'll knot your Bantu Cram your flow I dammed you It's Handle Randall They got me triple-teamed on the post It's a trap Disappear reappear like a ghost It's a wrap P-Lo from the 'Ville with the most Bring it back It's the Funky PWRFWD I'm your host and that's that Crash through your squad Put your center on my back Tweak-tweak / And 1 Two whistles back to back 30 seconds in the game Crossover / heard 'em crack 40 points 30 boards and a win That's a fact! Bracketville County Once known for it's defense Ballers got lazy And then they started reachin' Then coaches stopped teachin' And zones started leechin' Defensive schemes getting locked In the precinct And as of recent The loyalty's treason Players switching teams Like a Nintendo Wii? Can't wait until the weekend So I can start heating Up like a beacon Of dragon fire breathing What you see is what you get I'm a walking triple-threat You won't show me no respect? I will torch your rim and net Cross you out your Nike check Head-fake / break your neck Oh that's you that's got the Next? Now that's just disrespect Better do another rep' Add one more on to your set More push-ups More pull-ups More sit-ups More cook up's Now I'm in your heart and chest All up through your socks and vest Controlling your mind and stress Coaches shoulda told you that Centipede is not to test Holy moly I am blessed You can't get no sleep or rest I shoot with that WiFi-range I call that the internet / in the net Faster than Kenny The Jet You softer than concrete wet I know you heard what Wu-Tang said You better protect your neck See the crossover Don't reach You know what time it is When I get on the court Y'all move That's what it is Y'all move I don't wanna hear nobody or nothin' Don't nobody shoot no basketballs Don't nobody pass nothin' unless I say so This here is my court You don't like it Play me 1-on-1 for your kicks You know what time it is Your sneakers will go up on that Tree of Death Have you walk home barefoot Tell your mama Tell your Daddy Tell everybody to come down here and play me 1-on-1