i awaken from my slumber in a wheelchair
four level dreaming, but i never seem to feel scared
real flares blazing up, aware it's never duplicated
control my energy until i'm going super saiyan

i'm too impatient, my temperament is my demise
it's clear i'm far behind the bar to see the line divides
so i devise a plan to reach beyond my limits
and release the life i mimic to embrace the one i recognize

omit the time when i was blind to any sort of violence
killing mics before the men, the feat is mortifying
and more defiant is the past that i observed
but now the Spirit in me gives a chance to fight the urge

i typed a verse, it might concern the average person
that i paint a mental picture every time i write the words
the way i hone my lyrics then proceed to never drop a track
is rather paradoxical like Walter White and Heisenberg

so understand, my love for rap is never ending
but then again i'd say it varies and it's all depending
on whether or not i'm in the mood to make a song,
or if i want to indicate to you the artistry involved

but hold up, this choke on my throat is making me throw up
a sign for the people to let them know that ima grow up
this sign of redemption got me aware it's never duplicated
control my energy until i'm going super saiyan

burning the ashes, blasting into dragon
attacking the music hapless
Iim rabid, a clever rabbit, and laughing at Daffy Ducks
a Macguffin to mask the phantom
slaps me back to reality, carefully cracking atoms

causing them to explode in an ominous cloud of smoke
while anonymous crowds of foes yell innocuous sounds to cope
with the strength of a infinite God filling my dome
and pouring out through my pen for the documents of my hope

forget the notion that i had before the challenges
i sink a dagger in the back of inner damages
animate the workings of the beat into a narrative vibe
and take the clay of the mire to make it manifest