[Verse 1: KYA]
Every day, every night, I'm writing in my bedroom, dropping bars for the fight not for the likes
You can hear me on the radio taking mics from the unknown rappers
Know that I'm always going up in the sky, emcees call me high
So fly Bill Nye's claiming blue skies
KYA invisible to most
I would say the raps are gross, but a brick wall to a ghost, I never like to boast
Saying adios to the players in the game
Leaving rain hooking up with benevolence
A single water drop pours prevalence to the common head
The rhymes are lead like the paint on a bunk bead
My eyes never bled, kept dry for the dead
I just kept going on, look ahead we've fled
The night is clear but my mind stays foggy
Telling to myself KYA you've lost me
Being artsy makes me groggy but that never stopped me; too hyped on caffeine
My state of mind keeping green
Fluid leaking from my canteen that I'll show on the screen
Slowly going chrome, in my head doctors roam like a burglar home, say Shalom
I walk around with my head hung low, always want to know mind owing me to grow
Got this flow down, like my big toe