PNT WorldWyde - Spitfire lyrics

I'm Spitfire and these other dudes plane; we are not the same Because I spit fire and these other dudes plain, sorry y'all but, I'm just sayin I'm on a level that's rarely reached, I barely sleep And I think so much that I get so low that the air we breathe, is scarcely seen Meaning don't be scared, but I'm scary deep, meaning buried deep Meaning underground, no pall bearers, never had a person carry me; no I never had a person carry me Walked through this life on my own two feet and I broke my toes on the curbs and streets Let that sh** mend, then I walked again, and I watched and I watched, glad I brought my pen Yup, glad I brought my pen, yup, yup, I'm going off again Who here can stop me, I'm arrogant, co*ky But that doesn't answer the question now does it? The answer is no one; I have no opponents, except for myself, who I battle at moments I drove off a bridge with a gun to my head, but I lived and I walk around half in a coma Pa**ionate loner, stuck on my past, too fast I have grown up, no fiction The last ten years been a blur for sure, but such is the way of my addiction to hip-hop Might not ever get a sniff of the tip-top, might not ever see ignition or lift-off Might not ever fight off all the groupies, might not, still I'm white hot, cuz I do me Lemme welcome you to, lemme welcome you to Uh, lemme welcome you to Sec, Sec, Section One Me stick myself, cuz it's gotta be me stick myself, yet, yet again Winner takes all, alright, alright, alright, let get it, let's get it then I ain't gotta list all the dudes that I'm better than I ain't gotta rub it in, they know I'm ahead of them We ain't racing, they just chase Cause while they sleep, I keep the pace I rarely rest so barely slept is very rested Hence I'm fairly messed up, but you'd probably barely guess it, just to look at me I try to be a nice guy most days, some days though not so much Some days gotta just sit back; try to figure out how to not go nuts Cause I think I might, think I might just snap now Unconscious, just blacked out Still awake though, full of hate so Full of hate that I stay locked up in my head And I lay low, sitting next to my shattered halo Disconnected, imagine a ghost But I ain't dead yet muthaf**as, It's Section One It's Section one, one part of a brain on d** A reflection of, like a mirror does, not a mirror is So it's here I is, you can hear my life in the here I live It's Section One, It's Section One; so turn the speakers loud It's Section One of every thought I meant to speak aloud But never spoke, instead I smoked and hid in reefer clouds It's section one, so listen up, I'm finally speaking now