(Verse 1)
Life is idiotic, so I get stupid with poems /
The flow is symbiotic /
something like LAPD with Chris Dorner /
how it takes a life of its own /
Let it be known /
The rhyme schemes in my manifesto run right off the page killer
I got combinations deadly as [Streets of Rage] hit him
and then [skate] off in a [field of blaze] that's a [stone's throw]
away, the [Cherry] on top? I can do that in a song though/
So, still as cool as an igloo with it /
Still frigid givin' fools rigamortis via tunes /
leave ‘em livid, it’s a given, the penmanship is ridiculous /
when I kick it, I kill it even when lyrics are frivolous /
like this one is, even still my victory's scripted/
The crown insignia can never be lifted from this one /
That just means that I'm peerless, it’s always drama in the/
Skies when you Flying with Spirit, raise your hand if you get it

(Hook)
I just need a reason to rap /
the world is going to hell for no reason at that /
pull the pen and pad out, I just need to relax /
gimme 15 minutes just to see what I craft, yeah /
I just need excuses to rhyme /
the pressure of the world weighs heavily on the mind /
pull the pen and pad out, i just need to unwind, /
gimme 15 minutes just to get out the lines, yeah /

(Verse 2)
Don't make me spell it out, H.N.I.C in these raps /
Screaming RDFND until my lungs collapse /
Even if it's me and only me in these raps /
You can see its King from the T.I.P of these raps /
And royalty's around me like P$C in these raps /
The quality's contagious like STDs in these raps /
Take your ideas and magnify it in fact /
And make anything sound good like VSTs on a track /
The bars get you hype like its TVT in these raps /
No telling where I'll pop up I'm RNG in these raps, /
I'm trying not to babble on /
My soul's abnormally in tune to everything that's going on its Babylon /
But once you turn your back I'm gone /
I should've used my eye to see the truth, Byakkugan /
I should've known to read your moves like the Sharigan, /
But I'm throwing fire in the booth like I'm Bakugan, cremation for everyone

(Hook)

(Verse 3)
Life way too crazy I can't stand her /
Make you wanna burn a Wendy's in Atlanta /
Make you wanna go downtown in Birmingham and /
Tear down a couple statues and do damage /
I don't see how all the homies they seem to manage /
I know you can see that our mental health is in shambles /
Officer yanked a homie outta his car and slammed him/
On the pavement and do numbers all on the gram and /
Hope he sue them for every dollar they get their hands on /
But then another homie got arrested up in Boston /
I can't even tell if I think like Malcolm or Martin /
Since all of this has started I'm so appalled with /
all of the ignorance that fools wanna be a part of /
so now I'm writing to try and get my mind off it /
But I keep hearing Floyd calling out to his mama /
and it just make me wanna spazz out and go harder /
Give me a reason...