Gifted Youngstaz and RA Scion - Flamethrower

Killing yourself trying but why are you still lying
Problematic multiplying the issues that's underlying
I feel it that it's visceral bombing just like a missile
You got to flip the script up on it's ass and write like Cicero
Be invincible I vent it all Invent it all
We gone win it all, gonna see it all like I'm the Pentagon
Gunning them up, running them up, selling them up short
Cause for sport barbarians carrying Aryan filth back north
Seattle where the greyness is famous for being heinous
Doesn't fade us here to train us get up and entertain you
I'm knowing that flowing is going to show that I'm going to make everything aight
I'm full of fight, bark and I bite when I be ripping em right off the mic
I'm doing it with my mind spray up like the crime rate
Finally finding that rhyming is going to be what I'll be doing full time
A battle royal cause few will ever be loyal
Aluminum foil for my paranoia conspiratorial
Drop a sweet sixteen like the Sistine
Chapel when I rap I'm the man Lil Dap what
Doused in the fountain mist drip city center house
Enter into our shit gather round
Shout it out holler if you've had it
Now the whisper get a little bit louder
Til the balance of the power shift
Stone throw dethrone the king of planet rock
Got the hammer cocked maybe never know the scope of damage
Cocked gun if the beast is breathing we are not done
Organize the posse tell em drop it on the one
Let’s take the shortest way to orchestrated chaos
You’re forced to face the source of pain it may cause
The lord forsake the wards of state your faith’s lost
Forty days of storming the gate
Sure to pay off soon, right
Riders assembled under the moonlight
Commune of lunatics troop move in unison
Ruins of the new writ loop played news clips
Shooters of the gift ricochets graze the crucifix
A spark of truth is lit Dionysus
It shines bright guide us through this newest line of crisis
It’s a different type of fighter this resistance requires
Generals are temporal leaders never retire
We set afire the missal Epistle begin to burn
When it’s finished you’re finna see your returns get diminished
It’s low percentage interest if any in your privilege bro
Just sew the seeds and hope the people reap the benefits
Doused in the fountain mist drip city center house
Enter into our shit gather round
Shout it out holler if you've had it
Now the whisper get a little bit louder
Til the balance of the power shift
Stone throw dethrone the king of planet rock
Got the hammer cocked maybe never know the scope of damage
Cocked gun if the beast is breathing we are not done
Organize the posse tell em drop it on the one

Written by:
Michael Scheibe, Ryan Abeo

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