[DarkReaver13 Verse 1]:
Stuck in the middle of nowhere/
You bear witness to the coming of a big old scare/
Petrifying mindscapes with the dark soundscape/
Nervous in your sleep even after you awake/
Home alone like "slap-slap aahhhh!"/
An everlasting reminder like a war scar/
Now sit while I show and I know that I told this/
Many times, oh it doesn't matter it's a free world/
Wait 'til it's your turn, then you'll be sorry/
Digging up your memories like a fucking quarry/
Secrets revealed, desires unsealed/
Of you're thoughts I make a meal now I watch you keel/
Over, its over, speeding away in a stolen Nova/
Do what you're supposed to/
Well well now you're gonna confess/
I know it's a mental test that's crazy and unecessary/
Stay away 'cos it's scary/
We can't all be like Joseph and Mary huh?/

[DarkReaver13 Chorus]:
Stuck, stuck in the middle of nowhere/
It's a desolate area, it's nowhere/
No place, just face the facts/
Step back for a sec and I'll be right back/

[DarkReaver13 Verse 2]:
Standing all alone in the middle of a nightmare/
Stay aware of your surroundings and tear/
Negative influences to shreds/
Incredible manufacture rising from the dead/
Don't try to simplify my intimidating unbelievable stories/
We ain't running for government like Labour or the Tories/
We'll be rapping in our 40's, still in our prime/
There's a fine line between carrying on and giving up/
Messing up materials cutting you up like a serial killer/
Spine chiller lyrics that are ever more sinister/
The Beat Root dynasty is rewriting history/
Rewriting the laws of rhythm/
Driven to a whole new dimension/
It's worth the world giving this a mention/
To settle all this unecessary tension/

Stuck, you're stuck, bad luck, you're fucked, you're stuck/
You're hooked, we took control, we stole your soul/
Flagpoles fall down hit the ground, we surround, we expound, we around/
Our playground is the sound. It resounds, it pounds, round and round/
Like a merry-go-round/

[ArtOfficial Verse 3]:
Yeh, ArtOfficial/
Let me go round the sound profound/
Spitting bar after bar/
Making ya drown with the flood of wordplay/
The beat pound to the rhythm with the verbal assault/
This march will never halt/
Striking like a lightning bolt/
I'm rubbing salt/
Into the wound and soon/
You realise that this is more than you presume/
I spit the murderous, murderous shit/
Non-diabolical, rhyme molecules collect to form the track/
Verbal attack back, the anthem, fat cat raps, perhaps/
Make the whole world collapse, with a natural disaster/
Plaster the sound with the master skill, too ill/
Moving in motion never still/
Spitting to thrill, shoot to kill/
ArtOfficial rhyme until my lungs collapse/
Some people need to chill/
Or lead to conflicts, pulling tricks/
Well I just keep it rugged like Hong-Kong flicks/
ArtOfficial, gimme the fix/
Beat Root, like you're embarrassed/
Expression after this lesson/
Impressing charges on phoney rhymers/
Who barges on to the scene/
Looking clean and fresh-pressed/
The image to fit the stereotype/
But when he opened his mouth you know it's all hype/
Yeah, I've seen your type before/
And it's time to take this music to war/

[DarkReaver13 Chorus]:
Stuck, stuck in the middle of nowhere/
It's a desolate area, it's nowhere/
No place, just face the facts/
Step back for a sec and I'll be right back/

[DarkReaver13 Verse 4]:
I am very near to snapping you in half, yeh half/
My psycho-metric readings are soaring off the chart/
Cartwheel blows, backflip throws, shredding up foes, nobody knows/
What I think, I'm on the brink and in the time it takes to blink/
I've made the link between two sides, pride, hate, fear, rage, I'm trapped within a cage/
Page after page of this story we're all living in/
Filling in the blanks like a questionnaire/
It's simple isn't it?/
Middle of nowhere, the void, we finish it/