[Verse 1: Reckless Anxiety]
Let me start from the beginning
I'm filling my body with dark energy, the arsonist
Developing my lyrical artillery
Whenever you're putting the competition in front of me
Arch enemies all better be ready for the guillotine
I'll kill them quick, they hardly had a minute
When I hit them with the metaphors and finish before my delivery
Leaving deformed in four minutes
My abilities are one in a million and my similes are similar
One in a million, and my syllables are killing you
It's like I'm picking apart the lyrics when I'm picking them
But when I'm picking them smart I'm ripping them
It's sickening the way I'm digging them up
Look it's ridiculous the way I'm putting the words together
My endeavours are getting worse or should I say vendettas
When I put the pen to the paper
When I end all the haters in a verse
Gonna send them to the dirt
With the worms and I'm gonna make it burn in a furnace
Gonna make 'em learn, they deserve it
Pull up in a hearse and the urn gonna turn words in this first verse like a purge and it's burning
Listen up I know you're gonna miss it
Gonna put you in a predicament when a milla hit 'em up
Well I'm sticking them up, taking them all down
Breaking the jawbone, waking them all up, taking them all out
[Hook: Reckless Anxiety]
Let me start from the beginning
I'm filling my body with dark energy, the dark energy
Let me start from the beginning
I'm filling my body with dark energy, the dark energy
Let me start from the beginning
I'm filling my body with dark energy, the dark energy
Let me start from the beginning
I'm filling my body with dark energy, the dark energy
My dark energy, dark entities in me and any and all arch enemies
All better be all ready for the pinnacle, the lyrical artillery
Dark energy, dark entities in me and any and all arch enemies
All better be all ready for the pinnacle, the lyrical artillery

[Verse 2: King Iso]
I'm doper than every n***a, I brought them a key
And when I open the door with it when you barf on the scene
Then when they going to war with us
I'ma open the portal and get destroyin' you mortals
N***a I'm Quan with the Chi
Hear the drummin' 'round the room I make a content elite
And don't nobody listen to you 'cause your content is weak
When I drop on this beat, I don't jot anything
Bitch I'm off of the dome like I'm John Kennedy
The way you talking of gangsta shit if you're not from the streets
If I'm dissing you n***as that mean I'm not finna sneak
But you n***as wanna speak how I move
Like heat in my shoes
But that's how you get socked in the teeth
I be rolling with the busy piece, don't rock with this mess
I sic a couple n***as on you like you got a disease
You ain't never been locked with psych doctors for weeks
You n***as is air to me, sending shots to the breeze
How you gon' hate the n***a but jockin' their steez
Like a Facebook ad tryin' blockin' my reach
But I'm coming here so run home when I drop another song
But when I parachute you n***as make you hop out ya seat
Got fades for days blood, so box keep it brief
Got ya' bitch on my dick like boxers and briefs
Got a squad full of killas that's squawkin' the miller like
"Got a problem with ISO?" Got a problem with me?
I got artillery, all in my arsenal, B
Will bring it to your loft for the green
Like a ADT system broke when n***as broke
You are not alarming a thing
Caught a OG's
Found out if he really bang a n***a just talk like a yee
When they be sparkin' as he like they bought the CD from 2015
N***as copping a plea
[Hook: Reckless Anxiety]
Let me start from the beginning
I'm filling my body with dark energy, the dark energy
Let me start from the beginning
I'm filling my body with dark energy, the dark energy
Let me start from the beginning
I'm filling my body with dark energy, the dark energy
Let me start from the beginning
I'm filling my body with dark energy, the dark energy
My dark energy, dark entities in me and any and all arch enemies
All better be all ready for the pinnacle, the lyrical artillery
Dark energy, dark entities in me and any and all arch enemies
All better be all ready for the pinnacle, the lyrical artillery