Increase Full Throttle, there is no time to hesitate
Jamming that button in attempts to make me elevate
Though my flow seems to levitate, with it, goes a piece of my mind
It must be that piece of my mind, that i'm lacking in ryhme
All in due time, i know my day will come, just like it should
Seen as the greater one, all the Hatin' withstood
But to full fill my exotic dreams that boarder this reallity
I feel i must impress the lord of ryhme, or at least make him proud of me
Sound asleep, now awaken, this unreal talent consumes my soul
Seeping through my pores, it trickles like melting sickles, as warm turns from cold
Is it to be so bold as to wish to be the best
No... it's those who wish to be the best that stand out among the rest
Hearts beat in chests like feet to a beat
Use my skill to silence haters who are losing room to speak
Make them obsolete, thats my skill, its stands by me
I gaze upon fictitious corpses and realize, it's just a hobby