The One ft. Tribe One

It's the fight at the end for every short-term celebrity

Plan it ahead of me, I stand in longevity

Grasping my death, lacking any cause to fear it

Extracting my spirit, Last breath spit a lyric

Faced with the jargon when I aim for the target

Just to live past a body that was based on this Carbon

Begging your pardon, there's no telling whats next

Replacing the argument dispelling success

There's no need to be obedient deceiving each receiving it

Deleting these ingredients in speeding to the median

Exceeding the belief we live as seemingly defeated bids

Relieving the conceited cheating easily repeating spins