I make it, I make it I don't, I don't But nothing can waver my eyes from my goals Ain't stopping when dead No, I'll try as a ghost I'm alive though What I'd like Is a title What's it like as an idol Someone hand me a mic I'll ignite on arrival fire might go viral dont hate here's you some midol flame so hot that the smokes on trial embers rise from the rubble strung out for a mile keep your ass out the heat or end up in the pile of unsolved mysteries an old xfile mortar mix between edges of new textile