Let us first start with the savior. He goes by many names, but we like to call him: Reid
So, let us begin with Reid's Manifesto. Please, Follow along!

come one come all, i got anotha song
rippin on a track like i'm strapped w a bomb
talkin out ya neck bet ya won't last long
cuz im buzzin off a cashed check, chump run along
Terror in ya nightmares
showin up, thowin up a ice cold glass of this game i'm pouring up
breakin rules like i brung it, samurai swung it
lackin and ya life get stunted
i'm grabbin your attention quick
lurkin in da background, lookin for a lick
suckaz talk shit cuz i'm makin hoes sick
tryna do this shit big like a dinosaur shit
slick on a one, mean on a 2, what it do?
heres another stick a dynamite dude
ya ima start kickin if ya thinkin bout snitchin
i can't think straight cuz my brain keep itchin

Yall make me sick!
Ya makin me sick!
Motherfucker i'm sick!
Ya makin me sick!

so cold got ya freezin up fast
now anyway i hit it's gonna shatter like glass
i put all of da pieces in a box and i'll ship it
ya neva met another one quite this demented
attitude what i bring
megaton boom, when it hit, it gonna sting
tha underground king, on a mission to swing it bada bing
Terror leavin blood stains on a box spring
You ain't never been a man, you a husk of a sucka
crate trained bitch, crawl back to the gutta
known for relentless flows , i go harder than most go
we talkin hoes? i gotta boat load!
what's it about?
i'm tryna have a bout or a brawl
ain't gonna wanna see me come night fall
i gotta taste, shut it down, shits done
now lemme see ya jump for tha one!

Yall make me sick!
Ya makin me sick!
Motherfucker i'm sick!
Ya makin me sick!"