[Intro]

[Verse 1: Skeptik]
Kill my darlings? How 'bout you kill your dieties?
Dragons compose the Pliedies and leave you seeing three of these
Flee in peace or get flung in pieces
There's two in this pack like snack cups from Reese's
It's 40 miles from my door to the vocal booth
Or more like 42 if I were to quote the truth
The whole truth, and not settle for estimation
We cause all three forms of expiration
Precipitation - what that means is we're building
Elimination - of all the things that don't fulfill me
No hesitation, got a special set of skills see
Danny G gives em life, then Skeptik kills beats
How many mc's must get pissed
Before I realize that they even exist?
Maybe if they gave a shit about the words that they writ
I wouldn't have to tear em up and then swallow the bits

[Hook: Skeptik & Danny G]
Rawr, rawr, like a dubldragon
Rawr, rawr, like a dubldragon
Rawr, rawr, like a dubldragon
Polite at times, but we got no trouble braggin'
Rawr, rawr, like a dubldragon
Rawr, rawr, like a dubldragon
Rawr, rawr, like a dubldragon
Life is like a movie but with awful actin'

[Verse 2: Skeptik]
They say it's all in the wrist, well I don't follow these twits
Far too concerned with making quality hits
Only phrase I don't get is "calling it quits"
Without this release I'd be hollow, a rift
I don't call it a gift, I don't like the implication
I had to work for it, can I get some vindication?
An indication of the steps that I've taken
The cuts that have healed, the bed that is vacant?
The head that is aching, the words that're spilling
From the hole in my chest as I attempt to fill it
They say it takes a village, we've already razed various
Gatherings of humans in a manner most nefarious
They sit upon low peaks and claim they're still precarious
While we channel the masters; Plato and Stradivarius
Perilous? Maybe. Serious? No doubt
Takes risk to see return and trees don't grow clout

[Hook: Skeptik & Danny G]
Rawr, rawr, like a dubldragon
Rawr, rawr, like a dubldragon
Rawr, rawr, like a dubldragon
Two headed beast, Shoot and Knuckle action
Rawr, rawr, like a dubldragon
Rawr, rawr, like a dubldragon
Rawr, rawr, like a dubldragon
We're referencin' Busta just in case you're askin'

[Outro: Danny G]
Zen gardens devoid of sand
Instead they're filled with ashes
More ash fills the land
With each stranger that happens to pass it
More than one path in this life
Be it active or passive
It matters not the size of the beast
If the flame that it breathes is massive