Give me a piece of paper, a pen, and time and I will write multiple verses.
And watch my haters scream that I have always done it wrong. Worthless.
My ears are too in tuned to 'Success' that now I'm starting to muffle their curses.
If ever there was a competition, even with 'The Third' in my name I have won them all. 'Perfect'
Perfectly establishing my rank in the eyes of all those who still continue to search for me.
And purposely following the plan for success locked tight and my word is key.
Those who doubt keep a red dot on my forehead like someone is recording me.