I Hereby Stand

(Chorus:)
I hereby stand, on my own two feet
Staring at the world with two open hands
I hereby stand, at the mercy of all that would hurt me
And thus manifest my plans
I hereby stand, at the base of a mountain
About to discover who I truly am
I hereby stand, at the mercy of all who would judge
I ain't gonna let em interrupt

Verse 1:
I hereby stand. Fuck waiting for a handout
L'm a get my vantage now for when it pans out
Take the reigns, gallop and switch lanes
Embrace fate's character ready for quick change
Recognise character level is insane
When I spit with tenacity that of the shin fein
I guess the will and the stamina's ingrained
Innate for when a suitable challenge is displayed
Take rappin' a game full of action
Ain't nobody getting paid for relaxin'
Money and the fame it's a fatal attraction
With 98 per cent still waiting to make it happen
Those high nose dive and lose traction
To die before the comeback like Michael Jackson
Left by the wayside, right from the bass line
Up when its up just be down for whatever coming

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Verse 2:
They never seen an emcee hungry like me
Five gigs a week since cutting my teeth
Had beef, had suckers try skipper the team
Had time to consider the dream (its not me)
Equills were the template, Zilla was the next phase
Now y'all can see what's on my chest like an X-ray
You oughta know that it can fuck with an artist
I've done it now I'm flooding the market
Commonsense tells us it's hard to hit a moving target
So I won't stand still for the marksmen
Just gather my weekend steam. rap on a beat then leave
Saccharine sweet emcees battling me get seasoned
Uneven odds stacked against us this evening
The scene it can be so deceiving believe me
But you don't wanna get between me and my goal
Or the passion that's feeding my soul

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Verse 3:
I hereby stand. Some stand to make a killing
Others make rent, content making a living
Me? Too long I been chillin' in the wings
Playtime's over let the victory begin
Rippin' at my skin for the symphony within
Listen you can hear it whistling in the wind
Cold change coming, the toll it takes numbers
Kid broke the mould and hit the stage runnin
I herebv stand, by bad decisions
I never was a great tactician
But all paths lead to a blind ambition
From now till final transmission