[Hook: Kevin]
Mic mission, death kiss, brain incision
Rock next with hot text, got a pot to piss in
"Fuck you", "suck it up", giving props and dissin
Close the door kid, it's a shut door session
Mic mission, death kiss, brain incision
Rock next with hot text, got a pot to piss in
"Fuck you", "suck it up", giving props and dissin
Close the door on your way out, it's a shut door session

[Verse 1: Tech Rock]
Face the situation
What you're facin' is hospitalization
Tryin' to infiltrate my battle station
Shrink and dry your brain like a fucking raisin
Engagin', I'm a ranger [?] with the pavement
They say I'm changing
I'm still the same but I'm aging
Sitting around, wondering where the days went
I got all my old shit packed up in the basement
Got an invasion of jealous MC's asking for my resignation
So I think like Danian[?], fly like a raven
Move like a butterfly, sting like a bee, punch your face in
Insane and amazing, utterly breathtaking
Embrace my teeth and throw MC's out the stage again
Deranged homosapiens, age 23, caucasian
Warbombed subway trains and train stations
Deface the situation
Cause I'm tired and won't piss if your ass is on fire

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Son of Light]
The question: who's looking in the dark?
Search parties, searching the park like technical narks
Back to back, working on contact
Zero visibility, flashlights running on low battery
(What?) Don't matter to me
They'll never shadow me unless they can defy gravity
Blinded by savagery
Thinking that they can face my rap anatomy
And cross [?]
Unwillingly die by the hands of trilogy
Through imagery and symmetry
Running up on ya, I want ya
Run before shit gets hotter than a sauna
Why, you, my son Brutus
Wanna betray and portray me so ludicrous
T-Rock, Opaque and N-Light-N
Accept your fate, stop fighting

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Opaque/MAE]
Raising hell, prevail the heavy scale
Of my tailfeather in jail
Rhymes reach forth, stamp to the mail
I merely ask for the real, you're the pale and frail
Be a smell parrallel to caramel
Hail Opaque, a male with a ponytail
Well rap sales and leaves monster truck trails
I'm here with the loot like The Scarlet Pimpernel
Hoes get the music, rapper get blueprinted when it's only gon' fail
[?]
[?]
And everybody's peeing on my head and telling me it's raining
I'm training to get by in life without a job
[?]
It's hard to go trough life without revealing my anger
Put it in my lyrics, make sure it'll be a banger (Kowabunga)
A hungerful piece of my mind
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[Hook]