(Verse 1) Life's a sprint, not a stroll, no time for fake smiles, Self-deception's a plague, watch your worth decline in piles. Chasin' shadows, mimics in a sheep's parade, Jumping to conclusions, a fool's game played. You're free-fallin', I'm in motion, a different breed, Runnin' the game's engine, plantin' a conscious deed. Mind's a honed weapon, sharp and ready for the fight, Small talk's for the weak, I seek a deeper light. Weather chatter's for puppets, you ain't my kind, Perception's a rare gift, yours remains confined. Ego's buried deep, under mental stone, Perspectives multiplied, a million truths shown. [Chorus] Ain't no time for rehearsal,this the main stage No time for fillers Gotta Elevate Gotta break the chains,gotta shatter the doubt Leave every muthafucka in the dust Fuc