[Sims]
I keep my heart to the skies, I keep my ear to the ground
Knowing them vultures can circle yeah but there's poachers around
So I fly low, barely an inch above the surface
Lie low slice a serpent on a branch and still have sight to chop the rat
I'd love to stop and chat stay and chew the fat
But if you've seen the view from my shoes you knew I got to move
Stakes is high but I got walls to paint and slates to wipe
There's work for the young critic and I've been known to build without a permit
So don't mind me as I breeze on through, running on fumes like a neon tube
I get no sleep and I'm in so deep I can't ignore the problem
But you can't blame the seed for what the forest taught 'em
So cut 'em up, head 'em off at the plot, let 'em drop like leaves in the trees and so learn and let burn

[Mike Mictlan]
Burn page
Hot as the sun
Sons of the flame raise from the raze we'll
Rise and shoot at the sunset with a musket rusted in rain
So shook so loaded so liquids get molded
Frozen in pain, so flipped, so don’t look, just note it, hold it in vain
Apathetic apparition
A ghost that moves like a banshee dancing in place
Work that fire fireworks fuse, fine line between fame and a phase
But I promise it’s coming
One-thousand miles and running
[?] tongue caught one in the chest
Pounding out styles down to the stomach
Broke, spines, choke cries, from both sides of the mind
But I close my eyes
Wide-open minded, so the touch to the blind
Ashes to ashes
Fire fights fire
So wait your turn, learn from the urn
Return to the earth, see, turn cheek, speak, and you will burn