[Verse 1: Chris Rivers]
Yo, it's the cold and lonely kid that finds his bliss in lack of compliments
I'll find your hatred, and take it, and break it down in confidence
Compounding in weal-wealth that'll spark the hearts of scientists
Astounded you can't count it to measure my accomplishments
The future visions, my art is vivid, your hearts are timid, I'll spark your interest, I'm brighter than star collisions
Embark on missions that are hard to mimic and hard to witness
My soul is a cold hole with shards of darkness in it
Now starting business, said Chris Rivers will fill your needs
I'm the product of greater things with a [?] to hater's dreams
Propelled upon dragon wings to be higher than lesser beings
Should make rapping a dangerous game with the tragedy you fakers bring
Now scene, and bask in the glory, you soft and I'm gory
You rap like Twilight, but it's a Dracula story
Crafting for forging, the guys I can foresee, the odds are there boring
I excel existing future rhymes only the past could destroy me
But actually I'm glad to be this lyrical catastrophe
Tragically and fragilly expand the game grammatically
Sad to see when bad MCs are running free and rampidly
Now rap is casualty through the frequent neglect and battering
It's maddening, but I got solutions
Drawn from a set conclusion, of mathematics and rag-tagness that'll cause confusion
IPhones are evolution, coupled with proton fusion
Within my music mainly words, but this is what I'm using
Save the nation, the contemplation of my occupation
Remaining patient whilst I find a place to plant my greatness
It's such of higher status, upon the gods I'm making
Then make hits and take it far beyond the gods' creations
See I'm a prodigy constantly moving, hard to see
Pardon me I'm too far to be spotted by haters' targeting
I'm conquering, my arteries filled with pa**ion for artistry
Astonishing to say the least, I'm shattering the hypocrisy