[BKnitts]

Let's jump up in it, I'm with the shits is you fucking with it?

I'm someone gifted like every track is another Christmas

Not shoving disses I'd rather put out productive writtens

Though now days my depression is ranking in the double digits

Thanks to fucking critics, pushing me through every verse

Imma push em right back when I snap it's like a deadly curse

My ledgered words like beretta burst or machetes hurting now let's get to work

I'm already irked so they better swerve. Ah, fuck em all though man they never learn

[Sam Lang]

Look, BKnitts

They'll never learn

So the lesson never stops

Me and you get cropped

Outta pictures, but wait until they stop

And our passion doesn't

Ain't no lack in loving

My poems my artistry

And I don't care if you think I'm nothing

Cause really, it's too good to see

These words mean the whole world to me

They kept me

From blowing my brains all over this god damn upholstery

Now I'm heading where I'm suppose to be, im up

[BKnitts]

Up up in the clouds with my foot stuck to the ground

Fell in one love with the sound cause there's just nothing around

And if I ever come down you'll hear footsteps on a rooftop

Like a kick drum over kingdom steady just pumpin a boom box

True talk from the soap box that you thought was boxed in

But ooh naw that's so wrong this dude's noggins got sense

So lochness he's too raw there's no doubt he's top ten

If you not on board with that screw off and hop ship

[Sam Lang]

Look- Hop a ship- Or choke dick

My only adversary

An addiction to puffing Mary

And reading outta my dictionary

Suggesting I'm a visionary

Without working on goals

Some call em imaginary

Whose line is it

Fuck it, I ain't Drew Carey

But Imma get the last laugh

Used to chase that fast cash

Now I'm past that

But I ain't past rap

Still having fun making music

Matter a fact

I'm better at it

Now, when everybody

Still rapping bout average,shit

While nothing's ever happening

But high school baby mama drama

While my flow been getting smarter

[BKnitts]

The flow is getting smarter, fuck em too I spit it harder

Where the hell this monster from? Wisconsin son, I'm mister martyr

Bury me for tearing and ripping apart your simple charter

Only getting started showing rappers how they missed the marker

Written bars so loco they're smashing a damn Latina woman

Rappers cramping my style in the background I can see em lookin

Y'all are scared, I know cause half of the potential features wouldn't

Even hook a verse up, nervous that I would leave em crooked

Fuck your confidence when I'm dropping shit like I bomb sewage

The flow wavy so crazy now they on to em

From the underground. Pardon me it's BKnitts

Never started from the bottom I just harbor underneath it

Part of me's a martyr and then part of me's a heathen

Goin harder than a heart attack when arteries are seizing

[Sam Lang]

Hold up--

My brain waves, Moving too quick

I gotta slow it down, Fuck it let's speed it up in this bitch

Took me 24 years, Just To follow these dreams

It seems, foolish, But it's lucid

And it beats, Working for others

For your minimal dollars

All these hours

A collar, round my neck

Working for money

But rather write for respect

So fuck whose next

I'd rather never get on

Just let me exist in the underground

Or write a good song

Let me live my life

Writing poems that happen to rap

So let me tell y'all

How everything your dropping, been whack

Let me tell y'all, how the women

I love will never love me back

And let me paint this picture

With every bar that I rap

[Outro]

Waves...

Sam Lang...

Everything comes in Waves...