[Verse 1: KYA]
No destitute, no reasoning
I stay hidden, camouflaged, and stowed away
To hide from the needy, that need me, to perform a better piece than the would-be's
Watch the tide turn, the good's back in, out with the new, and back with the old again
I'm not a new breed, just a better one like a hybrid
I replaced the love, make the public eye know I run them up and off the stage
And turn the page, to dawn a new era giving brainwaves instead of headaches
The instrumental's different but the lyrics always sound the same
Made with no taste, love for the money but not for the real game
cli*oris, now change up the whole beat
Turn a tidal wave
It's new easily
Never expect my flow to stay the same, because I loosen up
And let it all out, drizzle down your mom's face until she licks it up
Like Rosa Parks, I ain't never moving over to make room for a fake emcee