[Verse: Simcity]
To the top is my destination
Pacin', tryin' to figure out which way to go to make it
Higher- know no sittin' round and waitin'
Make it any easier to find that said location
But still lose my gravitation, Facin', solo at the moment
Spacin', out with no doubt, No Stefani Gainin' Klout, check up on me
You ignore me then I'm bound to take you out
Blind date, same ambition, I'll ruin my competition
Beat'em to submission with confidently composed compositions
Leave'em Apparitions My mission is the emission of Bars, so beautifully written
On Mars, extra-terrestrials will make they own renditions
Lyrical provisions, stocked up, locked up behind these bars
Emcee incarcerated , so dangerous, they keep me from the guards
b**h I go hard, but really have no need to say this on the beat I'm a sadist
Fire and brim-stoned, eyes low, red, Satan
Bound to be famous, all you f**in' haters keep hatin'
I'll be sittin' here in my cell all alone
Bein' patient...