[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...