Lincoln's new life

Real

It is Lincoln slowly walking on to the court

Yeah, real musicYo
Ya just get in that, you get in that head space, ya knowWill somebody get the body bags, working with the beats in 'em, ah
Put the MC's in 'em, season 'em, put 'em on a beat with me, then I'm eating 'em

Lincoln fist bumping his teammates before the game

Get away from the table, you rappers ain't hungry enough
You rappers ain't hungry like ahThey talk about me like I'm here, they talk about you like you was

*SLAM DUNK!*

That nurse came into my room, she told me I'm sick in the head
I'm in hip-hop's hospital bed with a pad and a pen and a brace on my neck
They told me that I'm never leaving, why? I am as ill as it gets
Any rapper that say that they runnin' the game
I'ma come in they session and cut off they legs, woo!

Lincoln intercepts a ball, dribbles it to the other side and dunks it.

Strap a grenade to my head, pull out the pin
My music is mind blowin', ain't nobody do it like I do it
You ain't never been on my level, I gotta part 'em out the way
People talking and acting like everybody gonna get it
Better sleep with your eyes openYou wanna know what I noticed?

Lincoln shooting from a far distance and scoring a perfect, no rim, swish. A perfect 3 pointer.

I look around and my fanbase it ain't ready
That last album was heavy, that last album was gritty
How you gon' match that? Just let me do what I do best

You're better off playing Russian roulette
Then comin' in a booth with me cause I get
A little bit intense, I'm like, "Who's next?"

The scoreboard saying: 38-40. Then it changed to 40-40.

Y'all better watch it, take a look at where the clock is
It's my time, this ladder of music that I climbed
I took the machete, the game isn't ready
Them rappers, they coming up on me
I cut off the ladder, and I told 'em, "Bye-bye!"What? You lookin' for a high-five? Nice try!

Lincoln praying before a game

Do not believe everything that you read on the Internet
I do not know who your dentist is, but he should clean out your mouth
Don't call me a sellout, that's something I've never been
I've been through hell all my life though
But I know where heaven is, father forgive me, for I am a sinner
But you gave me music as medicineAnd nobody want a problem, when they get in my zone better leave me be
I'm a mean MC, better feed me rappers or feed me beats, ah
Feed me both of 'em

They like "Nate, what's it like to be famous?" 

Interviewer: Mr. Lincoln Nowak, what's it like to be famous?

Lincoln: Uh... I'll let you know if I make it!

Um, I'll let you know if I make it! YeahI wonder what life will be like if I didn't stick out my neck.
200 dollars inside of my bank account, woo, I was living on that
I need some money to pay for my rent, I need some money to pay for my gas
I'm not complaining, I'm just being honest, I promise that I will not beg for respect.