It's on tonight, boy

I've been waiting all week for this moment

First thing I thought about in the morning

Then fantasized about before going to sleep

Locking you up all night long

I overheard your coach in the locker room

He thinks you can guard me

He's got you assigned on me all night

Saying I'm not that hard to figure out

And that you can easily compete with me

I take small things like that personal

So sadly for your sake

I'm scorching you all forty

With all due respect

I don't care if your girl's in the crowd...

Your mama...

Your high-business daddy...

You don't want it badly like I do

It's on my guy

Right as we come out the locker rooms

Jogging out with my teammates for warm-up

I spot you across the other side of the gym

Laughing around and joking with your teammates

Throwing up lazy, tedious shots

I'm already sizing you up

Without you even knowing it

Like an eagle spotting its prey

Soaring over a layer of water

Snatching the salmon with its powerful claws

I'm getting loose and stretching

Never taking my eyes off you

Thinking about what your coach said earlier

We form into layup lines

You start taking it more serious

Knowing your coaches won't approve if you set a poor example

Me still watching you like a hawk

It's then you start making eye contact with me

After laying the ball in and jogging back to touch the halfcourt line

I purposely wait to meet you at halfcourt each time

Already playing mind games with you

Getting inside your head psychologically

You make sure to make eye contact, too

You don't want to come across intimidated

But your eyes always leave contact within a few seconds

Looking down and hiding your gaze

This is when your heart rate slowly picks up

The blood begins to rush through your veins

You realize I'm not playing around

How serious and passionate I am about all this

Once again you convince yourself you're not intimidated 

But really it's not even intimidation

It's just how I express myself on the court

Like a painter taking away their talents

Grieving in the process of beauty

Regardless, you feel my presence

With every second counting down until tip-off

Our coaches finally call us in

The last huddle and pep talk before start time

We eye each other one more time

He hypes you up and reminds that I can't guard you

But you're already a split second behind me

Already overthinking things

Contemplating if you really have what it takes

The referee calls us to the jumpball

Throwing it in the air and blowing the whistle

Now it's really on

You receive the ball from your big man winning the tip

But like I already said

You're a split second behind me

I'm down in a stance as the crowd cheers on

Again, this is personal between you and me

I gradually start causing you turnovers

I begin to make you throw up forced shots

And have you questioning your ability the entire time

I lock you down entirely

You don't even get to the foul line

You try and catch your breath at half time

But can see me watching you out the corner of my eye

Refusing to take pity on you until the full forty is up

By the end of the night, we've all scorched you

Blowing you out by twenty

Sending your fans home in bitter disappointment

At this point you think I have a cold hatred for you

That I don't respect you

And I'm just a Jack ass who preys on the weak

I then go and approach you

Giving you and handshake

Revealing that I don't really hate you

And that I'm just challenging you to be the best version of yourself

As I would hope you do the same for me

I give you a pat on the butt

Which sounds odd, but a common thing for guys in sports

And tell you to keep your head up

We shake hands once more and go out separate ways

Both just living out our hoop dreams while they last

And no matter how hard it gets

No matter how deep the battle

It's always okay

As long as it stays

On The Court