(Sims)
I keep my heart to the sky, I keep my ear to the ground,
Knowin them vultures can circle yeah but their'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,
Id love to stop and chat stay and chew the fat,
But if youve seen the view from my shoes you knew I gotta move,
Stakes is high but I got walls to paint and slates to wipe,
Theirs work for the young critic and Ive been known to build without a permit,
So dont mind me as I breeze on through, runnin on fumes like a neon tube,
I get no sleep and Im in so deep I cant ignore the problem,
But you cant 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 treason (So learn so let it burn)
(Mike Mictlan)
Burn page
Wide as the sun
Sons of the flame raise from the race 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 dancin in place
Work that fire, fireworks, fuse, fine line between fame and a face
But I promise it's comin
One-thousand miles and runnin
Shaolin hot 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
(Chorus x2)
I keep my eyes wide open as I'm allowed
Wise soldier, soulless, old as the hour, holding it down
A ghost as I coast through your town
Colt raised with a cold handshake, cold look for the fanbase
So shook, it's that slow burn
(Mictlan & Sims)
S to the IM to the S-B to the AM to the F (Soul is burnin')
from the middle of nowhere certain
Let it melt like snow on bourbon
Cold murder when the colt is smirkin
But they lurkin like the still ain't workin
We dice like drunken surgeons till they close our curtains
I seen em feign
Seen em change
Watch them re-arrange
Reasons why we work the blade, perforate that perpetrator
Survival is the hustle, plus the reason for the daily jump rope
Clerics for the forest and informants for the jungles
So don't mind us as we gash you up, nasty cuts till you ash and dust
Dig your six feet deep up, leave you heaped up with that same old feelin
Lights ‘out meanin, livin life with them knives all reelin
So get em up for the sons this evenin
So learn and let learn
(Chorus x2)
I keep my eyes wide open as I'm allowed
Wise soldier, soulless, old as the hour, holding it down
A ghost as I coast through your town
Cold rays with a cold handshake, cold look for the fanbase
So shook, it's that slow burn
(Outro)
Time is flying away
The nights are dying in black, caught
Let it crash by the waves
Instead of heaving gla** rocks
Time is flying away
The nights are dying in black,caught
Let it crash by the waves
Yo, homie this flight is your last thought
Time is flying the away
The nights are dying in black, caught
Let it crash by the waves
The only flight is your last thought
Time is flying the away
The nights are dying in black, caught
Let it crash by the waves
Your only flight is your last thought