[DarkReaver13 Verse 1]:
Hey mate, it's your move and now it's time to choose/
I'm lurking very close to you and giving you the clues/
And you're looking under rocks; it's blatantly in front of ya/
Weigh up your options, maybe that is good for ya/
I collectivise thought patterns which create rhymes/
Technicolor, luminescent lyrics brightly shine/
Like a vine we stretch up towards the light of day/
But the fading sun loses to the night anyway/
In the end there's no stopping it we spot you like binoculars/
Innoculation of your brain against the damage'll be miraculous/
Your whole damn image is losing its attractiveness/
And we see all the way through you like an aquarium it's obvious/

[DarkReaver13 Bridge]:
Watch out. Because we've got the whole shop watched around the clock and it's over now/
No doubt. About the fact you're going down and this you can't get around/

[DarkReaver13 Verse 2]:
Hey I'm back to administer another dose of wisdom/
Kid none, I bring some incalculable friction/
Wordplay incisions that rip venomous wounds/
Cutting so deep to make you sealed within your doom/
Soon I push it on like divisions advancing/
Fancy your chances? Diminish your advantage/
Frantic influx, we crush the stupid fucks/
Who try to suck the fun away and take no second look/
By the book we don't base our stance/
We take every chance we can get like an improvised dance/
And it all comes down to the innovative ideas/
All we need to do is push things clear/
It's time to take action; plan like a career/
If you don't listen I'll propel you to the stratosphere/
Moving on forward it's all sincere/
No use standing at the back, get to the frontier/

[DarkReaver13 Verse 3]:
It's vocal circuit training and there is no time for rest/
Express everything I think about as I address/
No less than complete control is our objective/
In what we give and what we take we've got to be selective/
Elected as the only ones to do the job right/
Let the professionals handle it, and then it might/
All work out like planned, in hand, it's all finished/
And then a minute after that your plans will be diminished/
We topple every single thing you took so long to build/
Blow it up, demolish it, bury it, it's all killed/
No this ain't a drill it's the beginning of the end/
Explosive reactions occur when the paper meets the pen/
You can't defend against the many styles that we employ/
A constant flow of overdosing verbally deployed/
No choice but to surrender and walk home the way you came/
Left ashamed, out of breath and 80% insane/
Drained of any will to carry on like before/
What was it all for? You ask, what was the point of this war?/
Now you see a way out and let me show you the door/
I take you down a hallway to a door marked .44/
As you walk through you feel a pain go through your head/
And in a single moment you hear everything that was said/
Your remember every moment of the life that you have lived/
Flickering, it's sickening, it makes your head spin/