The Jordan Rules

This is what the Jordan Rules were On the wings, we're going to push him to the elbow And we're not going to let him drive to the baseline Number two, when he's on top, we're going to influence him to his left When he got the ball in the low post, we're going to trap him from the top That's the Jordan Rules I got the St. Louis Blues I survived the jordan rules New York, LA, back to Chicago It's windy in my city, too Yeah First off, The Jordan Rules don't apply to me On second hand, I'm the wave Don't say hi to me When I was born, I fell out the sky Landed in sneaks My shoe game so sleek, I haven't reached my peak A boo, a choo You know how I do No subliminal shots DJ Clue Yes, Surge I'm the glue Yes, Surge I got the glows too a direct hit I directed it Better not touch my precious mic Yikes, this beat slaps mic Ike, run your career over with a trike bike I'm back for more This is my sport When I retire, you can have it back, of course I skipped practice I don't like to rehearse My album deserves a hov verse I sold merch A plain white t-shirt Pots and pans that stove work Heat check Mom, check my temp MJ verse Shawn Kemp I rock a glove just to show the rock love Mad handles don't get crossed up Akon I never was locked up My sweet 16 I was shot Pops said Let go of the past We're done with the 90s Kiss my I'm mystical I'm acting bad Was a layup fiend Off the glass I flint stones Yabba-dabba-doo I even showed Fazion love, too I'm from the loo Now that's entertainment, dude Feel like I was raised in The Bronx Zoo I got the St. Louis Blues I survived the jordan rules New York, LA, back to Chicago It's windy in my city, too I gave y'all bars Now it's time to go hard St. Louis Cardinal hat You made me a star I was studying Head in the books No such thing as halfway crooks What's it gonna be I'm Himothy Janet Jackson so cold I get no sleep I'm the rock to her roll Wyld Stallyns Hung with Bill and Ted on the private island Jumped out the phone booth to dial your number 1-800 Surge on the come up rap city in the basement No replacement Here's the kicker I pulled the trigger Shot your favorite rapper with my Sony I'm so NY like big homie I'm from the arch I'm the spirit and the heart This black cat emerged from the dark I got the St. Louis Blues I survived the jordan rules New York, LA, back to Chicago It's windy in my city, too Yeah Yeah