[DarkReaver13 Verse 1]:
The rain of silver bullets comes fast flying at ya/
And the war has begun againt the raging paranoia/
Bringing order to the chaos with the gunblast sounds/
I run around the town poppin shots of at the clowns/
The renegades surround and no one is allowed/
To get away from their stranglehold now/
Ag is the symbol and a metal is its form/
And ive drawn up the plan to escape the wartorn/
Proximity that locks up this vicinity/
And bring and end to their profound animosity to your relief/
Knockin out their teeth for their half-assed remarks/
The impact of the blade and an ambush in the dark/
Man im metaphorical, makin views on the metaphysical/
Wrapping up, with the lyrical/
It's a war on the streets and its hard to stand the heat/
Push forward or retreat its for you to dictate/
But ill relieve you of your post like the heavens to a ghost/
Rallying the peoples right from coast to coast/

[DarkReaver13 Verse 2]:
Embelishing the silver coating and engraving it with patterns/
And it just so happens that the shape fits in weapons/
The mirror like tip will be inserted in the clip/
And put inside the Smith & Wesson 4506/
Shot to the fullest, meant to kill with one hit /
A deadly thing to behhold when through the skull it rips/
Carting off the remenants in the wheelbarrow/
And the sorrow hits 'em hard but they get over it by tomorrow though/
Oh you think not? What shit is that?/
The crap you are spewing is soft like little brats/
Crush 'em right here in the palm of my hand/
On demand to bring the unity and so you be damned/
The cramming of the blood-boltered blade from my grip/
Right through the orifice in the center of your face, rip/
Dip your head in a bowl of molten lava/
Or liquid nitrogen, whichever you would rather/
Marvel at the storm overhead thats now brewing/
Shooting up a silver spark so drop what you are doing/

[Profound Verse 3]:
Spitting bullets, puncturing rupturing gullets/
And representing RV on this track 24/7 to the fullest/
You know it's far from the dullest/
Living in this dream, craving for cream/
Life is a puzzle, surviving through the hustle & tussle/
Pulling and spinning, through this mind game/
Therefore it's a must that your'e crushed/
Name to shame, incapable of following this rhyme/
Step far from the line, the reticle towards the optical/
The fire's spitting viciously, the heat is too intense/
My lyrics flow like H20 and the power is unstoppable/
The struggle to avoid this rain of silver bullets is impossible/
When I deliver, shivers run down your spine like a river/
Torn between the pulse of the storm you find it difficult to/
Shelter from the pain and the rain/