Verse 1 -- I.B.R.:
Wish me luck; listen up to the many things I'm preaching.
I'm anything but weak, see, like veni vidi vici.

I came to conquer, blazing stronger, taking off though hate is mongered.
...Like a straining [doctor], I ain't holding my [patients] (patience) longer.


No respite in open flight, I focus, write, then hold the mic.
Put my [spirit into rapping] it's like I'm a [poltergeist].
I'm so determined, hoping, yearning. Hate, but I can handle that.

I'm closer, my flow is [turning solid] on tracks like [candle wax].

Race to thrones, only thing you get a "B" (get to be) on is basic homework.

Taking over but I won't [lose heart] like I became a [donor].
Make way for us fast and we'll dominate, take off, astronomic,
And now [blue] passed (blew past) you like [Sonic], the best on [tracks] like I'm [Thomas]


All I gotta say is "forwards!" ([forewords]) (four words) like a [preface]:
"You'll never [altar] (alter) me!" like your [conversion] ain't accepted.

Emerging to murder. Every verse that you've heard was messing,
Haters who now learn'll lessen (learn a lesson), this coarse, rough (course rough), and I concur (conquer), now flirt with death!


Chorus -- I.B.R.:
I got my chance to show them, it's my time to take it over
In the end we'll come out stronger, so just watch us as we conquer

I'm not scared I'll do it my way, every word and line that I say
In the end we're gonna fly away so watch us as we rise.


Verse 2 -- Street Light:
Uh, that's my cue to go stupid though I would rhyme different
And losing more dying friendships, supplying the funerals

Delusional mind ship when your spineless, blinded, two-year-old line gimmick
Is glued to your musical science fiction


Numero uno besides disses, I'm using your rhyme limits
And lacking the crucial flow to define distance
From you and I, a suitable time to surprise critics

Wait...lyrical abusal isn't a crime, is it?

You're a liar as usual a combined image

Of a crying princess - why won't you go higher digits -
And a contradiction, refusal to just comply with
The fact that you're unknown 'cause you're lacking the tools to fly with it


If I hear another line how you defy physics or get violent, listen:
You're 125, two of you is what I'm benching, try me with it,

You should save your stories for cubicles, 'cause there's always a side missing.

Chorus -- I.B.R.


Verse 3 -- I.B.R.:
I'm overtaking with motivation to reach the goals I'm making.

No escape, my flow is blazing down the trail, the road not taken.
Minor (miner) underground, flies above and out to spit so daring.
My [meth hits](methods) will get me [high] I'm [skyward bound] like a [missionary] (mission airy)


Beating the rest without needing no effort to blaze trails.
They'll be feeling the pressure like Rick Ross's weight scale

[Polish] 'em off like fake [nails], dropping my rhymes hard.
Criminally insane, the game's on lock and behind [bars]


I'm a menace, a killer at rapping, ascending the limits and challenging everyone hissing and laughing.
You haters should listen, this track is the best definition of talent.
I'm prepared to pack punches, proving petty people pathetic

Painting pictures of perfection and pressing please on the pedal.

I'm a [(w)rapper] with the [package], let's raise the [steaks](stakes) with no [beef]

Music's what I [chews](choose) like [bubble gum], take this race in the lead.
More power and fire than [angry mobs], there's no [calm petition] (competition).
And now it's this pen for hire I'm higher with no lost ambition.


[Sore] (soar) high like a [bruise](Bruce) in the sky I'll sing and spit and master.
Each thing I mix just has a good ring to it like Saturn.

This beats a dead horse, haters [flea](flee) like [insects] I'm gonna clobber.
I'm on [top] so I'm [ceiling] (sealing) your fate, I'll stop and drop and CONQUER.