Verse 1: And I'm growing up right on key, got the lights on me, fighting to write on beats. I'm going off to college got the right to be Flying to heights I see trying to get a degree. Senior year of high school stressing me out, But the recipe's out, destiny's getting me to shout. Mentally got clout, I'm readily on route, On the right path, working hard, ready to sprout. Without any doubts, no that's far from the truth, Since I started my youth, I've started guarding my heart, Hardly a garden of true things I discarded and threw things I wonder where I'll be when I depart from the booth. Questions in my brain about the things the future holds. A suture on reality begins to unfold. College costing gold that I don't even have, So I'll embrace the present time and keep on crossing my path. Verse 2: Jogging through my life a couple miles a day, Piles of hay, to find a needle I say. My fate is undetermined and I'm looking through the options, yearning for higher learning, a soul in my body blossoms. Constantly finding problems, I promise I'll try to solve them So my future life at college ensues and proves to be flawless. Trying to be awesome, examining my life. Looking through a microscope trying to do right. Tiring as I write a paper at midnight, Inspiring black and white through lenses I can't fight. My rifle has new sights, I'm aiming at new heights, Cycle and graph spikes, showing ambitious rites. Drifting a blue kite, it's soaring beyond the sky, Boredom never this guy, I'm loving each minute I Exist on this planet's surface, perfectly I try To push myself as I learn, come on turn up the lights. Verse 3: I know this life is getting shorter every day, I want to make a song to remember my name, Experimental singing on the beats, I do, Listen up shake your head, as you bump my tunes. I try to keep it real as I'm living this life, I only get one, so I'm living it right. Having fun with my friends, doing things I like, So I smile til the end, striving to reach new heights. I sing a toast to life when I'm living and wishing away, Sing a toast to life, when the winter is slipping away, Sing a toast to life almost every day, A toast to life, see me singing so everyone sing it with me.

Verse 1: This game's killing me, they're telling me it's not a life, But I'm tryna live, I wanna get a white house and a nice wife. I know I've got the right rhymes, and tight lines, but I gotta make a bit of hype and lime light mine. I'm like a fine wine, I'm getting better in time, Forgetting my rhymes, I'm making up for my mistakes when I write signs. I try to illuminate my listeners minds, This game is so obtrusive, not conducive to fine tries. But I'm not ready to die; I'm living life still. My ill confusion is barely apart of my will. My dry quill, I'm dipping in ink trying to not spill So I'm moving slowly and developing my skills Never high on flowers- its not a big hill- I've got my high power and devour my trills, I'm thrilled as I'm living, you'd kill to be a legend, But never would I do a thing only for mad bills. I'm like a sick runner, cuz I make tracks ill. My rap will is powerful, enveloping my skull, The earth's pull is taking me and making me a fool, But I'm eating haters and now I've become full. We dumb fools are rapping attacking the beats and speaking with guns pulled, gums full of lyrical bullets we come cool Calm and collected, looking to drum and neglect this, my rule is to spit like each word's jewels, my lyrical birds flew. Now I'm through. I'm trying to get a degree not cut school. What use is anything if you people don't love you? I'm not depressed, you see I'm laughing at life, Because my muse is the angel of death but I hate strife. Verse 2: The hills were gold, the ocean blue, Nothing old and nothing new. Nothing known and nothing knew Not from me and not from you. The wind had blown and now it blew Stories woven once were true. My mind is open, give a clue Pining, hoping, all is true. We think to be and think we're free Sinking beasts upon the sea. Drinking mead and drinking tea, Linking trees and Lincoln sees. Emancipation of the soul Anticipation of the goals. Poetry can hasten coals Ignition in a world of hope. This life is just a giant game of hide and go seek. So meek, inheriting the planet thinking we speak. Sink in to sleep and you will know where to find A special piece of mind where there's nowhere to hide. Verse 3: I'm in the business of making songs, but I'm writing dreams. Flowing like a stream painting pictures of what it seems. I'm just an artist and this music is the brush with which I paint. Standing up so fast I'm getting hyphy and I'm gonna faint. Music's a peculiar tool to release emotions. I'm using it and abusing it, curing things like it's potions. Pop the cap, and now it's opened. I'm asking what are your motives. I used to be invisible until I made myself noticed. Promoted myself, I'm the only person who voted. This music is my family, why wouldn't I be devoted. Unloaded. The things from on my chest and in my brain. How did you guess my name? I guess it's all one and the same. Until I trapped the beat I was a loser. Rapping heat like I'm a shooter. Connecting things like I'm a fuser. She offered, I couldn't refuse her. Collectively we are the future, Respectively: rapper, producer. I guess that leaves just the consumer. My wordplay is such a maneuver. And I'm maneuvering, I just remove the wings from all competitors, leave them with only a body to copy my slings. And arrows which I'm just shooting. A nice guy but I'm still moving. The music from out of my veins to onto the page- what am I proving? I'm born with this responsibility. Couldn't slack or life would be ill to me. Nostrils wide, cuz I've got skill to breathe. Antlers like a wildebeest, but I'm a man, and I'm just running through the beat and laughing saying "Catch me if you can."

Verse 1: Tangled in reflections, I need to find new obsessions after progressing from a freshman to lead the youth succession. Regressing, digressing, finding professions, and seeking a new method of lessening misconceptions and your depression. Messing with my expression as I scribble a new form. Recession letting go to be replaced by a few more. A blue core and red lips, you do yours let him his, I'm bleeding on the page, so say my pseudonym, the pen drips. Drop, and I got it on lock. I get it now I got it I'ma get going to the grill shop. Because I'm burning I'm on fire, and I'm learning you're a liar, but I better be wetting my lips, letting the ink get drier. Inspired, that's the lesson and Desire is taking control. Teasing and believing me, leaving me, letting me go. Hard then I spit it softly, got bars like I'm Luca Brasi, The godfather couldn't stop me, this music is in my heart, B. [So if ya, so if ya, wanna know the truth. I'll tell ya in the booth, I'm really just a youth, who wants to make a change and make the world know his name, but it's not about the fame it's for the flames.] Fame is good, but love is great, Some drugs are good, but others ain't Be cautious with consciousness, and decisions we have to make. Long term, lifelong changes over short run, useless gains, We're wrecking hearts and brains, so people have fun, take care, and be safe. I said it once before, I'll say it a million times again, This rhythm's in my body, it's pulsing right through my veins. Premeditated in my brains, imitated and insane, From childhood forever, my muse'll remember my name. Never n-never the same, I'm waxing and then I wane, A lunatic, lunar eclipse, a knight, Bruce Wayne. Stopping all the problems and playing this rapping game, Hip hoppin, to the tip top and I'm never stopping til I'm slain. You fools is being myopic. see my skin instead of my topics. I'm no king to you because I'm smart yet still the beat, I drop it. I'm the hotter topic dropper, The dopplar still couldn't stop him. With a dollar and dollop of skills, I spit it proper. Running laps on this rap track, I'm passing you wack cats, You fat chaps can't even tackle me, you're just snapple caps. Full of wack facts barely rappers and at that, I know you all regretting your past, but me I'm past that. Ya see for me, it's not the lines and rhymes, It's for the consciousness of consequences, really buying time. For life is giving lemons, but I'm only seeing limes, So to everyone that's listening, thank you, and good night.

Reinstated Verse 1: Shooting up some heroin, singing in an alleyway, Open up your doors, come on and let me in, I'm here to stay. Roll yourself a cigarette and light it up, breathe it in, Messing with your brain to try to feel again, listen. Reeling in the newest catch, mediocre, little nets. Tossing in the line to try to find another living legend. Looking for a little sex, sizzle now and riddle less, Meddle in the middle of a business, you're here to wreck. And I don't need a punch line to make a flow, Waiting in the lunch line to eat a soul, heat it low, Reefer blown, as these mothafu#%as brag about they gold, Holding on to anything material to feel consoled. Leaving whole, pieces of themselves behind to make a dime, Disrespecting others just to fake a rhyme, shaking my Sense of what is real and what is just a sign, I'm waking up, Taking what I can discover of this life, you're taking drugs. And I don't mean to shut you down or criticize, I apologize because my lines will make you realize, Every single white lie that's piercing through your wide eyes, Sight lines develop sense perception in a ripe life. Right when you try to find the right guy, you're here again, Hearing things, nobody should ever hear, but when a friend's Using and abusing either people or drugs, You get a steeple or hugs, to try to feel or to love, To try to steal what once was, as you drink it away, Searching for drunk and not buzzed, thinking you caused all the pain, Thinking you might as well run, because the world gets too real But remember while you struggle, there's no wound time won't heal. Reinstated Verse 2: So you're measuring your breakfast coke, line it up or puff and smoke it, Get it in your system to avoid the truth that we're all broken Sweating when you pop a pill that makes you feel divine, But you come down from that high taking a dive into another line, Hook up with another girl to mask your insecurity, Treat her like her feelings aren't real and she ain't worth a thing, Perfectly, deceiving ourselves—the final verdict's in, Murdering our self esteem by measuring our worthiness. ---But I'm a simple-minded wordsmith, Philosophizing over beats and choking on the words spit At an audience that I'm convinced barely exists, Talking topics from the values of a life to how to exit it. Chris Collins Verse 3:

TheReinstated: The game's despicable, Predictable and fickle people Working hard for money but their hearts aren't really with it though. Spitting cold rhymes for the fun of it, Rapping cuz it's summer, kid, The others rap for money, that's not funny, cuz I'm wondering. Why are they getting big while other kids who do it for the real, make the music but don't ever get a deal? How's it feel? If you work hard, spitting when the world starts spinning every written bar shooting for a little star. Skidding far, the kidding spittle starts to fall, but the way you try to say what's in your brain isn't right at all. A little bit more, a fiddle in store, when riddling witty things. While Spitting kings never worry about withering. Unless they have a bit to sing, when they get a swan song, and then they're gone with a sip of drink. Some are drinking and smoking, I'm simply thinking and growing and a little spitting and flowing, but mostly chilling and hoping. I wanna make music, I know I wanna do it, but corruption and greed still keep me out on my feet. And on my tippy toes. Waiting for the world in my palm to overflow in the bitter cold with a dripping nose, that's how the digging goes. Construction in life, but when I write I find an escape, conducting with might. Obstructing what's wrong and then deducting whats right. Im just Abducting the night, I'm lucky, instructing my flight. I don't know what I'ma do now. I don't know who I'ma be now. I don't see the way to be me and be you and be this and be real and be true. How. My name's theReinstated and I don't know what my fate is. I don't know when my date of expiration will be waiting. Coming to go to go to school to see the things to do. Truancy fluent and flying through truth and assuming the planes had flew. The boeings I know had flown and going to places I've never known. Showing an anthem of cheetahs and panthers, these cats are no amateur flows. Bouncing through the beat the best I can the best I will. Pouncing through the heat, the test is old and tests my will. I don't know how to do the things I love to do again. I don't know how to love the people I love to know again. My friends and my relatives are relatively perfect I pursue a nice dream as I wonder if it's worth it. What's the verdict? I don't know the jury's out, but I walk around a graveyard just to bury any doubt. A hurry, now I'm out and I'm wandering about with my eyes on the cracks in the sidewalk, how I talk. I see the way to farthest seas and open up my peepers just to open up a dream and see my dreidel as it teeters on the seams of reality where nothing's as it seems and the truth of this here life, is we're all actors on a theater screen.

Reinstated Verse 1: I'm thinking about. A lot of things. It's scorching out. But I am shivering. I'm freaking out. Listen to me sing. Nobody ever thought I'd make it but I gotta shout and you see I'm rapping, doing things. Sun is falling now. Sticking to the ground. Lifting up my brows. Balancing a crown. No I'm not. I am just a clown. At least that's what everybody thought, but now I'm doing this again and I am murdering the sounds. Coming up, drumming dust as I make a move. Running laps, funny chaps, we either win or lose. What does the winter lose? When it becomes the spring. I've got a lot to prove, spitting on a beat I'm never muttering. The engine's sputtering. And life is just a snake. I see it slithering, I'm wondering how was it made. Flowers withering, and nature makes mistakes. It's not a mistake that I am chronically on the beat as I ironically make a return to nature electronically. Think about it logically. What is the economy? Uh This reciprocity. Using my invisible hand in this philosophy. Life's a plane that never lands. Cuz even when I die. I know it's not the end. I think I'll have to live on through music and my friends. And when I go I guess I'll know the way I need to move. So this is the beginning of the life that I am living, preparing to become somebody else's muse. Reinstated Verse 2: Coming and running, I've gotta switch up the flow now. Sunning and slumming I'm trying to fix the world how Mystically typical is it that I'm giving wisdom In spitting that's not unusual, I'm following life's rhythm. This game is unforgiving so I give it my all, son. Dangerous, you see me and I say proceed with caution. Rapping fly and awesome, dying like a possum. Coming out of Boston, on fire like it's arson. Coming in wittily, who will spit with my literally? Lyrically Zeus as I produce music so near to me. Do you hear the beat? Maybe you hear the best. Because I'm here it's me. Put me to the test. I pass it all with flying colors, live and die another. Day. lie under covers or smother me away. I'm jumping from this verse to that so beware as I rap. I spit so slick I'm never slipping up upon the track. Trying to rip it up good now. Lying, you see that I stood down. Whistling, riddling, and I'm fiddling. Listening like I should bow. But I will never stop, not even when I quit it. This is a game and it's unreal I spit like some quiddich. You said some fighting words, so come and grab a foil. Trying to fence with me? Cuz this is just a picket. I work and toil on the beat, I've never found my limit. I'm never timid, I live it, come on give me a ticket. Easty Verse 3:

Verse 1: I don't know where I just came from but I know I gotta do it big. I've gotta prove that I am more than just a loser kid. I'm not another lame tryna make it in the game. A man with with everything to gain and zero risks to take. I don't miss mistakes, although you know I've plenty made. I'm plenty great, rapping better than you in your dreams, when you're awake. I'm the better artist and by far the better kid, so stop judging, making fun, it's better that you kids split. Every time I come on a beat you know that I'm ripping it something dirty. I'm getting so wordy and obviously worthy of many trophies, I know B, I gotta be messing with everybody as homies. I joke see and live my life miraculously and so thirsty. Stop. And let the beat build up as my heat fills up and I'm ready to explode. Blowing everyone's mind is crazily tiring, yea I promise, I'm honest here we go, see I am aspiring now to bomb this. I rock tricks and flop treats, I gotta make hits and pop beats. I can't say a false word, so listen as I burn it up (burn it up, burn it up) Verse 2: I make my power, it's Mechanical With flowers so Botanical Grabbing the mic with Tentacles Doing it right Satanical Ripping it mathematical, I've got the maddest flow. Rapping all around from here to there It's all around the globe. It's geographical. Mountainous, topographical. Fountainous as I rap and flow. A tide is coming, grab a hold. And as the beat begins to escalate again, I estimate dividends and dedicate this to all my friends. I used to be looked down on, I'm tryna get the crown on. I see my frown fading as I make the sounds I'm founded on. I say confound it all when people laugh at my mistakes, I'm laughing in their faces, dumbfounded at how they slap with haste. Bringing a new revolution, Singing about the solutions, Mixing it with my allusions, Ruining all my delusions. It's like invading a lab, I'm stealing hearts and brains. I've got a part to play, Restart the art, impart the fame On anyone you deem to be worthy and I'll depart the game. Unless I gotta get a gig and get it big I gotta little bit of wit I gotta get and even more I gotta give. So open wide and let me show a little bit of skill, I will just spit under your lids and let it grow like chlorophyll, I've got some stores to fill and stories to tell, So go and be well.

I rip it up, tear it apart like I'm a tyrannosaurus Rex and leave it bleeding, from the beat to the top of the chorus's neck. The Taurus is next, I'm sifting through all the bull And picking out what I choose, you see I'm choosing the pick. I'm like a candle and wick, I'm burning slow with some sense, I gotta handle the tricks, learning to flow in a trance. Trying to grow and to dance, I got a mandible vandalizing my mind- it chews it up and throws it up on a fence. Agh I gotta get back in the game, you know I said I'm reinstated but in this I've just been waiting for the rain to stop. What's all that about, I'm not procrastinating but it's getting harder than a piece of steel that's stealing hatred. Wasted at the bar I set too high, I'm flying like a boeing. Going to the sky because all under that is boring The ocean's deeper than I care to be, So look at me, I'm taking samples and I'm feasting, see the best in life is free. Chasing my liberty, like I'm a statue in the city. Gotta cashew bit of wit, you see that's nuts I'm kinda witty. In a jiffy I'll be back, did i say Jiffy? I'm getting dizzy. So much volume in the air that's getting jaded and I'm misty. Fated to be great, but now I'm fading in the grate like I'm a piece of cheddar cut up in your pasta, how's it taste? I'm putting my whole soul into this tape, so listen well Before I break I guess I'll smoke my words and see you in Hell. [Mack verse] Poppin Bottles 2:20 I'm theReinstated cuz my rise is left belated, not related to greatness, but it's a movement like earth's plate is, I'm elated to be fated to make it, to the top I'm full. The topic is not tropical, I like to try to stop the pull of gravity, the haters grab at me, but I'll just make them see. Being real is being me, and I'm just sailing in a sea of imagery, no sinning, sea? I'm grinning, cheese! Not make believe. Records with Mackenzie Keefe. Nicer gifts than Christmas Eve. What a sweet relief it is to piece the peace together. Weaving all my words, just so my heart can stay unsevered. Life's lever lets me release a piece of my deep soul, so I just take that piece of shoe apart and feed it to a foe. A Whole Lot of Thinking's being done in my brain, this music is my heroin, she's all up in my veins. I can do it, I am Able. The haters are all Cain. I'm spiderman with lyrical webs, music's my Mary Jane.

Verse 1: I've always dabbled in rap, I gotta straddle the fact that I'm actually splitting an apple in half when I come and attack. My words are like little swords, so sharp and so slick. I'm picking up brittle chords you see me toking a spliff. Metaphorically, or the chorus is bored of me I stand up and embrace the forestry before I leave. Living in this condition is sickening but it's beautiful. Listening as I'm wishing, life's so full and so lootable. So take it all. Naked walls making falls disintegrate ungratefully for ways with which they take hold of us thankfully. Manipulating the youth and faking the truth, you hear I make in the booth ways of stimulating you fools. [I don't know why things are the way they are in this world. I can't imagine oysters volunteering to make pearls. So if you got a lot to give and even more to take. Then give it all and handle all the rest while you're awake.] Verse 2: I've got Preposterous beats. They say my posture is neat. But in a pasture I just graze and stay away from wolves in sheep- skin. I wanna be big, always been a dream of mine. Scheming how can we win with a rhythm in my mind. I'm searching for a clue call me Sherlock Holmes. If you get I now I got it, you should sure lock your homes, unless your Watson. I'm running out of power and watts, son. I'm crying over spilt milk, anyone got some? I'm motivated to be great, see I created this name. When I was starting now I'm growing, going flowing to the pearly gates. Early? Wait the birds have flown and now I will be surely late. Open up my eyes and see a vision of my worldly fate. Destiny and music will always get the best of me. Some talent now I use it- flowing like a crest of sea. Ryan. I'm buying all this time that you've been wasting, so I'm tasting what this life should feel like, every day I'm chasing. Verse 3: We're all just running from time, you see that clock is fast. A flock went passed and darkness smothered its last light. This life is not a fight, it's just a dream, so you live it give it love and hug a dove as you breathe. I'm the master of tracks, the crazy pastor of rap. Faster than a heart attack and classier at that. I spit it like a cobra ripping rhythms til it's over. Living's what I'm good at, see I put quite out an aura. Of greatness. My name is Alex, or TheReinstated. I'm living in a palace, no my fame is belated. I hate it, and love it. A paradox above it. A pair of ox, a scary fox and many others running. Conquistador of bopping heads and bouncing crowds. Balancing a crown on my head and arousing shouts of fans. Man is this some fun I'm having. Spitting words of wisdom in this fire, like a dragon. [I don't know why things are the way they are in this world. I can't imagine oysters volunteering to make pearls.]