{Hook}

On the shelf leave the plastic shit to excel keep the access hid 

My office is hell until I find knowledge of self 

Where the novices fell are the bells of the massochists

Knowledge of self is my narrative 

On the shelf leave the plastic shit to excel keep the access hid 

My office is hell until I find knowledge of self 

Where the novices fell are the bells of the massochists

Knowledge of self is my narrative 

{Verse 1}

Falsities calling me to arms, tools in each my palms

Tragic story is a massive warning to pull free from my past

Fall beneath the art and see full belief to start

Called the beast with bars cerebral pulls on each my arms

I walked the weakest path we keep torture deep in hearts

The therapy sessions better be getting remedy’s ready

For the Armageddon of the sharpest weapons

Sharpest minds for the argue lessons

Hyperawareness ruining my drivers seat 

Wish I was by the beach with a mic and beats

But I can’t write the heat without tryna be 

Better than what I am in my mind and personality

Who hurt you massively that burned a cavity 

Into a rhyme book and burst from vanity 

Who gave you the strength to assert what you have to be?

How did you find knowledge of self on the top of the shelf?

Looked within and took the piss with skill levels to kill devils

I radiate the drive and I maybe take some pride

They gave me the keys and all 88 are mine 

Watch how this aviator flies before I take away their lives

Patient, space is vacant saving pain for rhymes 

Studying the universe at university blew the worst of me

So I choose the words to be what I do for work it’s me

Either way I’m involved in STEM, I see the goals and pole vault at them 

My soul holds the pen or does the pen hold the soul?

I elect quickly electricity and send cold to scold

When told your friends fold the scrolls

I’d rather live in a powdered tomb than watch shit blow up

Like killers of the flower moon 

{Hook}

On the shelf leave the plastic shit to excel keep the access hid 

My office is hell until I find knowledge of self 

Where the novices fell are the bells of the massochists

Knowledge of self is my narrative 

On the shelf leave the plastic shit to excel keep the access hid 

My office is hell until I find knowledge of self 

Where the novices fell are the bells of the massochists

Knowledge of self is my narrative 

{Verse 2}

When people tell me I’m talented I couldn’t get with the narrative

Never accept but they hammer it

They tell me I’m the boss like Amorim

Or the best to the challengers

But the rest of the amateurs never seem to just get what I’m battling

I go for the necks like I’m hanging em

Nuclear tests what I’m handling

In the chests they are panicking

Couldn’t get where I’m travelling 

Warp speed and quark beats what I’m imagining

The dark side of my pad may confess I am an Anakin

We changing the game, making mistakes 

But paving the way 

I need to say what I say 

Incase of insane in my brain

I will break in the place and take what I may

Waving away

This shit is my angel of safe 

The way that I pray maybe today I’ll change in my ways 

And became a version of me who’s amazing every day

Able to fight Vader with a light sabre laser from a blade

I’m taking a stand for stanzas 

I’m pentameter man handler and ex cram xaminer 

I’ll take an egg pan to your best man’s grandmother

Get back he’s got a good hand in his book bag

I’m taking a stand for stanzas and anaphoras

Stand back cameras this is not the guy 

To flash snap pans of em bad bad stamina

But on the mic same energy as as farrah does

Hands down magic like black jack passion of

Christ is what I have in my eyes

Sometimes I feel trapped and inside 

Of the back of my mind

I’m having to decide if I’m good enough

Or just another average emcee

With some baggage to set free

Fuck riding a wave like a jet ski

I’d rather carve my own lane and impress me

These personal verses all burst and 

Confirm the words I’ve been blurting and searching for

We can make beats that put em on alert when they see it they bleed it irks and hurts 

We the blueprint like we are Jay-Z

{Hook}

On the shelf leave the plastic shit to excel keep the access hid 

My office is hell until I find knowledge of self 

Where the novices fell are the bells of the massochists

Knowledge of self is my narrative 

On the shelf leave the plastic shit to excel keep the access hid 

My office is hell until I find knowledge of self 

Where the novices fell are the bells of the massochists

Knowledge of self is my narrative