Talking:

(T. Ross)

Yeah
Yo, in this rap game sometimes we like Pirate squads
That’s how it feels
Everybody gotta play a role to move towards your goal..
And in doing so, we may make our own rules

(T. Ross)

First Verse:

(T. Ross)

Booty ratchet. Top mask. Rum flask
Pirates out the casket: loaded musket for the gun blast
Sailed with crews who’d rather choose to take the wrong path
Raise a pint and give me a light and I’ll show you where the fun’s at
Killers: we suited to pillage a village. Hero, no villain: we side with the realest
Ship in the night with the ghostly appearance. Forget what you’re told, just know what you’re hearing
Hold up a lantern: got phantoms on cannons. Your fleet is in sight and I’m done with the banter
Little bit rude cause we lacking in manners. My advice: to run is the answer
Like lost in the jungle and we are the panthers
I’m going for great like Alexander
Bridge:

As we flow on these seas, we breathe
We know we must be with ease
We can’t be afraid of what’s strange
When, through time, all things change


Talking:

I blow fire
Like haze, higher

Double Time Verse:

I Blow fire past haze. Flow like a cascade
Oh my, I’m past faded. Go find a track later
At the bar here; take shots like Paul Pierce
Go hard All year; Break blocks and ball fierce
Or hang for the day like bats in a cave
Lay tracks in the grave. They are passing away
After today; Chapter with rats in a maze
Half in a daze, backed up: trapped in a cage
..
..
Are you masking your ways? Passing your days
All collapsed in a haze; or you’re catching a glaze?
That’s Facts in a Gaze and you’re making a statement
Whether Black, Caucasian or Asian or Haitian
Wasting away in a place and placing a basis of faith in a
Basin of hate is outrageous. Umm, un phasing is contagious
Making understanding a standard’s Fantastic
A facet of glances passes as Classic