You're unsure, well, I'm certain.
My curse of words is my only burden
To further my purpose,
My situation I'll worsen.
My sources of tribulation are merging.
Converging and urging me to hurry with urgency
But, my mind stays in that mindstate
The longer that I wait
The more time it takes
Enthralled in stalling the falling of all things while I could just wait
It's just more fuel to stoke the fire, provoke desire, invoke a higher
Power, I'm towerin over these sour fools
You cowards'll be ruled with an iron fist
When this shit hits let's get rich quick
There's no sick bit to get ya lit until this
So, Imma stand down and let you sit up
As, if you're quips could ever be quick enough
You're found outta bounds so just give it up
You got your shots but it's not like a free throw is ever enough.