Arise from my sleep with a trick on my sleeve,
kick her out of my place on christmas eve,
I got plans to attend to and important shit to do,
Started at the bottom now I'm climbing up these stairs,
Treading cautious because the word game is like musical chairs,
But I'm a mystical, linguistical, man with a plan,
Dropping immortal rhymes it's the TB brand,
Fuck just being the mastermind when I'm done I'm going to be the master rhyme who mastered his time stuck in his prime.
The potential is pouring in and it's torrential, careful thoughts are essential.
