Air Hoodlum

Risen up in the 'velt Strong Island New York The 'hood in case You did not know my base There was a ballplayer Who has all the skillz Wit' the pill To pay the piper Plus all the bills Mack the awesome game Practiced in the heat In the rain or in pain Mick so quick 6 foot 6 Down to be picked By anyone but the Celtics Oh what a handle Could score from the floor Wit' people hangin' on 'em PR even hangin' on 'em But what he did best above all the rest was... Grades 9 & 10 Mickey Mack was all dat But in class his ass Sat way in the back How I know 'cause I know I used to flow wit' the bro He didn't mind I used To read him his own headlines 'Cause he could not read 'em His school wouldn't need 'em If the lines wouldn't've went like dis Mickey Mack Jumped over the candle stick And stacked Was his stats But his D was still wack Grades 11 & 12 He found the wrong clientele And all During class he would dribble In the hall But he got in trouble In school but the trouble was It was cool If your brain was just another bubble As long as he could Score fiddy 2 Get 33 re-bounds Fuckin' around Teams lost to 'em He went right thru 'em Division, county, state That's 3 count 'em Championships For a small town bro That's bound to go pro S.A.T.'s didn't matter 'Cause he waz All dat You know the pat on the back He was always in da news You gotta know what it means It means revenue And I'm tellin' you I saw cars and geez Some to our school please approach Hell wit' the principal Where is da coach Went to college four years Wit' a scholarship And came back wit' a championship But when it came to his life He didn't care 'Cause he took it to the air The fall begun When Mickey Mack fell Hell ripped his knee Drafted last by personnel Oh how, he loved the game It was fantastic Until he was cut 'n' couldn't stick Times got tighter & tighter He had an attitude Was rude so he turned Into a fighter School wouldn't give Him a job that he needed Assistant to the assistant coach They didn't need it The he resorted to a Stick up kid - ski mask & gatt But this game he wasn't good at And the drugs on the side Police ambushed his ride Bang it was Another homicide He was ghost you know Hometown hero But now he's zero To those hypocrites Who ripped him blind For his skills Without the will to develop his mind Forever in the news The community views Him only as air hoodlum