J Crackstar:

Onto something big, I’m feeling on the brink of it /
I set my goals now I feel 'em at my fingertips /
It’s getting real, success is imminent /
I slurred a few words, and some people seemed interested /
Heart strings are plucked, emotions are instruments /
I leave you moved like an immigrant /
Up close and intimate, potential is infinite /
I’m carving out a niche, the woodwork is intricate /
Mister nice, mister so sweet and innocent /
Butter wouldn’t melt, my girl’d say different /
Cards are face up, there’s no bliss in ignorance /
Lay wide awake with a head full of stimulants /
Drank a few beers, under the influence /
Little piggy penning passages of brilliance /
Channeling aggression into moments of insolence /
On the starting blocks, I'm just getting into it.

Chorus:

Grab the starter pistol, let it shoot (let it shoot) /
I’ll be with you in a minute, I’m just lacing up my boots /
Fashionably late, make you wait, then come through /
Like “wassup, where you been? I’m always waiting for you."

Imranimal:

My starter pistols cocked, I'm aiming guns blazing /
Firing shots at baselines, licks and drums breaking /
Flavour's rum raisin, phrasing fun statements /
Yeah I write quick cos I've never had the patience /
But never rush, I'm clever mush, I've got a system /
My formula's to crush all of you cornier rappers with diction /
Call it wisdom, I think of words and then evict them /
I keep it real whether it's fact or fiction /
I succeeded to plan, now I plan to succeed /
I'm not a quitter, I work hard, I didn't just land a degree /
Push to achieve, that mentality's standard to me /
Go out with belief, laugh and never admit defeat /
Cos I'm a soldier, whipper-snappers listen to what I told ya /
You aren't owed anything, take that chip off your shoulder /
Set of jokers, you've got to graft till your older /
Plan before you do to make sure your product is golden.