Chorus: I'm ready for the fight I'm raedy fro the war I'm ready for you punk motha f**as, 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 sh** 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 sh** 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 (chorus) 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 (chorus) 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 a** ways of life In hope of understanding but i stay in strife and pain And f** 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 sh** myself in my house And douse motha f**as 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 (chorus)