Competition

Heart is in the ignition ,spark the ambition ,it'll be a cold kitchen when I start dissin, spirti on an expedition Flip my opposition so my soul is my competition

I really want to see why, you think that you can combat, you hit Charlotte's Web and bow your stuck in a trap. My pen is the weapon, the soldier is me , the pad is the field, and the rap is the key. But should I lock away, so no one harm. Ever try to infiltrate I can set the alarm. My weapons dispurst, can't step to fire expecting not to burn.