I’m Spitfire and these other dudes plane; we are not the same
Because I spit fire and these other dudes plain, sorry y’all but, I’m just sayin
I’m on a level that’s rarely reached, I barely sleep
And I think so much that I get so low that the air we breathe, is scarcely seen
Meaning don’t be scared, but I’m scary deep, meaning buried deep
Meaning underground, no pall bearers, never had a person carry me; no I never had a person carry me
Walked through this life on my own two feet and I broke my toes on the curbs and streets
Let that shit mend, then I walked again, and I watched and I watched, glad I brought my pen
Yup, glad I brought my pen, yup, yup, I’m going off again
Who here can stop me, I’m arrogant, cocky
But that doesn’t answer the question now does it?
The answer is no one; I have no opponents, except for myself, who I battle at moments
I drove off a bridge with a gun to my head, but I lived and I walk around half in a coma
Passionate loner, stuck on my past, too fast I have grown up, no fiction
The last ten years been a blur for sure, but such is the way of my addiction to hip-hop
Might not ever get a sniff of the tip-top, might not ever see ignition or lift-off
Might not ever fight off all the groupies, might not, still I’m white hot, cuz I do me
Lemme welcome you to, lemme welcome you to
Uh, lemme welcome you to Sec, Sec, Section One
Me stick myself, cuz it’s gotta be me stick myself, yet, yet again
Winner takes all, alright, alright, alright, let get it, let’s get it then
I ain’t gotta list all the dudes that I’m better than
I ain’t gotta rub it in, they know I’m ahead of them
We ain’t racing, they just chase
Cause while they sleep, I keep the pace
I rarely rest so barely slept is very rested
Hence I’m fairly messed up, but you’d probably barely guess it, just to look at me
I try to be a nice guy most days, some days though not so much
Some days gotta just sit back; try to figure out how to not go nuts
Cause I think I might, think I might just snap now
Unconscious, just blacked out
Still awake though, full of hate so
Full of hate that I stay locked up in my head
And I lay low, sitting next to my shattered halo
Disconnected, imagine a ghost
But I ain’t dead yet muthafuckas, It’s Section One
It’s Section one, one part of a brain on drugs
A reflection of, like a mirror does, not a mirror is
So it’s here I is, you can hear my life in the here I live
It’s Section One, It’s Section One; so turn the speakers loud
It’s Section One of every thought I meant to speak aloud
But never spoke, instead I smoked and hid in reefer clouds
It’s section one, so listen up, I’m finally speaking now
