[Verse 1]
[Hard-hitting, complex hip-hop beat with a driving, percussive rhythm]
Freshman year on the varsity, yeah, the new blood, we're the fresh meat
In the gym 'fore the sun up, stayin' 'til the clock complete
Upperclassmen mad, givin' us the bad side-eye
'Cause we here to take over, yeah, we here to make 'em fly!
Last year they won three games, I'm just sayin', that's a shame
We came in to fix it, yeah, we're here to win the whole game!
They ain't see it comin', no, they never knew the way
This a whole new team, from the very first day!

[Chorus]
[Vocals get even faster, more percussive, almost a chant]
Got the stripes on my sleeves and I got the keys from the word jump
Starting point guard, yeah, that's me, make the whole court jump
Newspaper guy learned my name, yeah, he wrote it down in a rhyme
Won 'em over, showed 'em how to win, yeah, it's our time!

[Verse 2]
The air was thick with the jealousy, like a hot and humid street
But I knew the whole playbook, yeah, from his head to his feet
Called out his signature moves, every last one of their plays
Knew their entire game plan from the earliest of their days
They looked at me in silence, with a brand new kind of awe
A new sense of trust, yeah, they had to break the old law
Told 'em "We here to make you better, we're gonna see it through"
If we on the court together, there ain't nothin' we can't do!

[Chorus]
[Vocals get even faster, more percussive, almost a chant]
Got the stripes on my sleeves and I got the keys from the word jump
Starting point guard, yeah, that's me, make the whole court jump
Newspaper guy learned my name, yeah, he wrote it down in a rhyme
Won 'em over, showed 'em how to win, yeah, it's our time!

[Outro]
[Beat continues for a few bars, then fades out abruptly with the sound of a buzzer and a crowd roaring]
"Busta, busta, busta, yeah, we got it now!"