Yo, his palms are getting sweaty

Tried to spit out some rhymes; stage fright took hold

What he just wrote down

With the crowd, he couldn't groan

And he dropped the microphone

He has always been impoverished

Yet he's afraid to bark

The moment, you own it

It's your chance

This is the moment you're yearning for

All of your life

Yo, mate, it's your turn

His soul is all escaping

All this world I could own

But stardom feels stale; he's far from home

Barely knows his only daughter

The beat goes on

I'm taking on them with rhymes!

The moment, you own it

Just one shot

Will get you far

This is the moment you're yearning for

All of your life

Let us see what you got