[Verse 1: Spitfire]

I take a seat at my desk pick up my weapon of choice

Pin the game with this pen as I'm embedding my voice

Scriptures and verses literature in hearses

Picture every body down and out after my words hit

This ink seeps through my veins it ain't blood no more

I eat sleep breathe this it ain't for fun no more

Passively placing my prodigy persuasion

Putting power into this pencil as I prowl without patience

As every thought streams out my mind I Picasso these papers

Surges of these verbs I attack snap rap and still got more for later

My objective uses adjectives adjacent to adolescence

These letters are written based off the future past and present

I present my peace but it's war on these canvases

Wield my paintbrush to the board a battle as I brandish it

Now my nouns are geared up similarly are the similes

For every metaphor they meet it's an explosion of epiphany

This stick within my grasp holds the foundation of my being

26 letters assorted and arranged into everything that you're hearing

The beats can bang the voice may resonate rap

But my heart beats for the lyrics it resonates at that

Electric impulses ideas form within my skull

Send chills down my spine feeling hollow as a hull

But this ship is commandeered by the artistic outputs of music

Sometimes I sit in my room so immersed I just lose it

And this storm rocks me around raining down with these curses

But I vowed to be me and have meaning in these verses

So like the compositions of Handel Beethoven and Bach

Monologues of Shakespeare and the creations of Pac

Artwork of da Vinci Warhol and van Gogh

I vow to take rap to where they say I can't go

Break through any stereotype boundary or illusion

And prove that these words have the strength to influence