Ive arrived to my lair, Now it's time to rhyme, I realized if I wanted to compare, To the rest, I need to prepare, What exact concepts I wanna share, And confess to the my whole class teacher, What I do is classic, Its practice, to react with, A passion, and heavy handed, So if you land it, You're doing damage, That's savage, And manage, To distract the plans you haven't eneacted, Going Manic, I dont know who I am, Its like I vanish, And cant comprehend Why I'm this erratic, And developed a habit, Of spitting facts, While I'm rapping, I get past tense, In order to see what I saw, You'll have to be bored at the bottom on a teeter-totter, When you rise to the top you will unlock, what you sought to become since you learned to crawl, Came a long way from there, Now can tell me what you wanted to say, Before I go back to doing what I do best naturally, Imma rap slayer, With the pen to paper, I attack, the haters, That wanna see failure and correct that behavior, They gonna see, Me become a different creature, At the speed it takes to snap your fingers I cant believe how many people live similar, Lives as me, Spitting some Ill shit, Couldnt write a realer, Rhyme then me, Thinking I can feel ya but you lying, Nothing against you just not my vibe, Trusting my gut before you cuz energy dont lie, Become another Person to prove I'm the master of disguise, with the rhymes, Imma murder every scene like CSI, Keeping building lines inside the mind, To realize the ride has been lost inside, It's own kind of motion, And bring it's own growth, Inside and let it go, And expose and let go all the emotional, Baggage I hold, So unpack what you have, And welcome home you can go anywhere thats a fact but this is your throne. ,