(Verse)
Kinda goin' like Patrick Bateman
Feel like I'm on a spaceship
Raising lasers up and aliens race for safety
I'm not a martian though
Familiar with the games hatred
Might get wasted when you all
See my album casing
You racist
Nah
White and upcoming rapper bot
Rappin' on all 5 mic's even if Benzino got shot
Like 'pop pop'
Bang!
Did one lodge in his brain?
If it did, then the source of the evil is out plain
It's Mo-Rain
You didn't know that, you prolly should
Cause this guy will try
To chew up a block of wood
co*ky good, not a hood-rat
Stackin' up all the good cat
I'm 14, you should expect me to have withstood that
Two packs of good rap
This what Imma provide you
Better than half the game and I'm not even in high school
Tribal
Patterns pick up the ladder, get stabbed when
Your almost at the top, you fall to the ground after you stagger
That's what happens in real life
Look at the real knife
That stabbed you when you were climbing all the way to the ceiling
That knife is the media
The reason they're defeating us
We should probably die or run just to avoid them feeding on
Us and all our minds
I drew Illuminati signs on my state test
With the word 'control' under it
I hope they get worried
And I also hope they realize
What it's like to wear silver, drink from gla**es, but still no real eyes
(Outro)
Spit
While I go spit on the flow
Bricks can't even build up no more
You got a pound of that dough and you know that I'm coming hard running you best hit the floor
Progress, uh