Take Your Marks - The Grouch

I’m ready for the fight

I’m raedy fro the war

I’m ready for you punk motha fuckas, i’ma score

I’m ready for the end but this is where it starts

I beat you to the finish so you better take your marks

I’ve always been the second best, never been the first

Watchin the winner rise, get the credit, feelin cursed

At first i was like down on myself, it didn’t help

I had to elevate to the next level and be felt

Dealt a hand of cards, much harder to play than most

Didn’t have a neutral so i couldn’t kick back and coast

Close to givin up so many time but didn’t quit

I had to persevere

I had to do my shit

Equipped with a good mind to guide me through my travels

So i’m always talking sense even when other fools, they babble

And gabble in that stupid shit

I know the truth in it’s gonna help me later

I dwell as a major payer of dues

And a hater of crews who aren’t

I be an underdog in this art and take you out from the start

So you can mark my words

Come alone or come in herds

I’ll never be the second best, i’ll never be the third

I watch good fortune circulate through many lives

But it never seems to hit the ones who really really try

So we die just to attain it

But fate you can’t contain it

You can’t predict the ones luck will hit but still i dream

I feel a gleam of hope through self esteem

And like a beam of light i shine to remind fools to continue

Never pretend to be something that your not

The way i come across on paper is how i am, it’s not just talk

A concocted plan now in effect is all i am

Trying to play my part in the scheme of life if i can

Withstanding all the pressure applied to my hide

And abiding by the golden rules of life and make my stride

Now why should i have to be the dopest emcee

To get someone in this world to even speak with me

I’m critiquing these stupid ass ways of life

In hope of understanding but i stay in strife and pain

And fuck trying to maintain, i want to get over

And others doing the same thing but i’m movin slower

And my brains thinking faster

So i’m adding to disaster

I master all my shit myself in my house

And douse motha fuckas with the beat

Every time i speak completely cause i correctly state my rhymes where too many

fail to freakly

Paragraphs they write, there are laughs when they say them

You rappers can’t exist, down to rest we lay them

The trip is over, the trip is over