(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