Prompt:

Ankle Breakin CrossOver StreetDunkah joint. Slow-bounce Memphis pocket, about 82–88 BPM so three verses plus hooks run past three minutes. Intro Court lights. Sneaker squeak. One bounce. Two. Then the whole gym lean. Hook Ankle-breakin crossover, freeze you in place Left you in the air, still lookin for space I tap that rock, then I take your name You reach, I leave — that’s the StreetDunkah way Ankle-breakin crossover, highlight of the night You thought you had me, now you out of sight Shake, bake, drop, then I rise Your ankles still waitin where I left that lie Verse 1 Came up off the blacktop where the rims stay bent Gray-skin hybrid, yellow eyes, every move intent They clock the shorts, they clock the stare, they clock the handle too Then I hesitate once and the whole defense confuse Right hand show, left hand go, I split you like a seam You plant that lead foot like you read me in a dream But dreams don’t hold when the rock start talkin One hard cross and your balance start walkin Crowd go quiet, then the laugh cut through Somebody yell “he broke!” like they never seen the move I ain’t flash for cameras, I’m flash for the code Memphis late nights, every crossover owed You can scout the tape, you can study the hitch Still gonna bite when I sell that fake hitch First step heavy, second step light By the third you folded — goodnight Hook Verse 2 They send the long arms, they send the quick feet They send the talker who ain’t never missed a tweet I let him bark, I let him crowd my hip Then I wrap that handle like a loaded clip Between the legs, behind the back, I don’t need the extra One clean killer and the highlight get recorded Ankles don’t snap from the strength, they snap from the lie You believed the first move — that’s why you die On the court I mean. Sit down. Tie them laces slow Your pride still standin where your body wouldn’t go I pull up midrange or I take it to the rack Either way the defender never make it back StreetDunkah wanted, poster on the fence Charge: breakin ankles, no defense Dead or alive, they still can’t guard the shift I change speeds once and the whole play drift Hook Verse 3 Last possession, clock lookin mean They put two on the ball like they seen the scene I back ‘em down half a step, breathe, then go Crossover so cold it leave frost on the floor He reach with the right, I vanish to the left His feet stay married to a move I already left Whistle don’t save him, coach don’t save him Only thing left is the clip and they play him I rise through the contact, drop it through the rim Hold the iron like a trophy, stare back at him This ain’t luck, this a language I been speakin since the park Late nineties Memphis, after dark If you come to check me, come with humble feet ‘Cause the crossover don’t argue and the crossover don’t sleep Ankle-breakin gospel, I preach it when I drive You reached for a ghost. I arrived. Hook (double) Ankle-breakin crossover, freeze you in place Left you in the air, still lookin for space I tap that rock, then I take your name You reach, I leave — that’s the StreetDunkah way Ankle-breakin crossover, highlight of the night You thought you had me, now you out of sight Shake, bake, drop, then I rise Your ankles still waitin where I left that lie Outro One bounce. Two. Don’t reach.