Intro:

This one is to anyone who tries to put me down... keep trying

Verse One:

I was born to brew up a storm or 2
But no-one could've predicted the magnitude/
Of what a couple black clouds now
Grew into/
After more than a few late nights
Staying up to write /
By the night light, recite
Until I get it right/
Voice hoarse from abuse
Attitude is up tight/
Might lash at you if you ever give my fuse a light/
But i would never choose to fight
Over something stupid that you did/
Cause see the truth is this music is therapeutic
I use it to keep the fuse lit at the same time I diffuse it/
Its insane how I can do this while widening my influence/
Over who listen/
But if you ever cross me, you'll still see your roof missing/
Like a tornado came through in Waterloo
Or my father too.../
But thats another story
Bottom line, Ill do what I gotta do
To get through/
Make chess moves, check mate
You lose./