[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...