[Verse 1: Hunter Adam]
Like an innocent m**m I see so much hate over something that I am so pa**ionate
I'm a conspiracy theorist mumbling wondering what could equate to that pa**ing your tongue and breath?
Stay in ignorance and I'll slash the cords outta your neck
Like we in a debate get pa**ed all your fact checks
You're a casual specifics you ignore that
I don't expect the pallet brung by a vet
Go to your memory erase the save of rap the game
Let me be the new player shut the past let it reset
Just one favor like the two six candidates our past has left me with a ton of pain and regret
We agree in the d penalty eradication's best
Better than leaving it crushed and smashed in a wreck
We gotta take rap and pasteurize it to find the fakes who infect and think they're the best
Not the ones who pa** the time to have fun
The ones who wanna cash a tonna six-digit checks
They overflow the pack and need to be expunged
Rap has a ton s**ed in like a sponge soaking wet
Where are the people stashing funds who risk being in debt to be slapped on the back and told they're the best?
Our rappers sound like English is a third language taking the easy path and lusting a corvette
Rap is rhythm and poetry
Not listen I sound like I'm from another country
All the true poets are running around like they've got xenophobia spazzing like a bunch a poultry
People mumbling that the legacy you want them to know? Don't let them rip apart the history
Take some pride and show them what it's like to be something spear would be proud to see a real emcee!
[Hook: Hunter Adam]
True art in an explosion, just like a firework
Take the effort now to stun, ashes blacken can't acquire what's already burnt
Before your mind burns out, it ain't no empty slum, no one else'll coincide your burst
Remove the safety off the gun, and spray and quench the game dying of thirst!
For our memory that dies, take some pride
For the beauty that cries, take some pride
For the art that we all love, take some pride
Before what we love becomes true art, take some pride
[Verse 2: Hunter Adam]
I'm like a principle who's enforcing these rap principles a rogue cop making you abide by force
Me and rap is like a wizard to perusal
Or an advertisement trying so hard to endorse
Take all tried to prison that's where I'll put you all
Swipe you off like I'm a duster you're lint on the surface
Put you to the side like my finger when I'm playing tinder to purge the worthless that's my purpose
You guys got lighters for the fire but it seems odd trying to light something that's been submerged
So that's why I've emerged like a messiah with some gasoline like Steve Ogg to help the fiyah burn
I'm tryna find an answer like light you got me?
Seeing all the wrong makes my head thump and hurt
Attempting to right the wrong seems the same as a man in a wheelchair trying to jump a hurdle
Most artists with a message are stuck at the bottom while the top keep their kind alive and thriving
Just like the fines from the weak they're depriving but they struck back can't be frightened to cross em
Everyone's scared as f** like possums so they don't even try they just sit back abiding
Would that have worked with Osama Bin Laden? Everyone at the top had to start from the bottom
To eat atop you start from the bot of the ladder
Though some get hand fed on a silver platter
They don't put in any work a bunch of free loaders that sit on the escalator
If you use your feet you can say you're a survivor
A war hero who didn't search for an escape or bend
Because in the perfect story everything that leads up to the climax creates the perfect end
[Hook: Hunter Adam]
True art in an explosion, just like a firework
Take the effort now to stun, ashes blacken can't acquire what's already burnt
Before your mind burns out, it ain't no empty slum, no one else'll coincide your burst
Remove the safety off the gun, and spray and quench the game dying of thirst!
For our memory that dies, take some pride
For the beauty that cries, take some pride
For the art that we all love, take some pride
Before what we love becomes true art, take some pride
[Verse 3: Hunter Adam]
Got an impulsion to shoot
A human gun murdering raps with my verses like mercenaries
Words are my ammunition so to function I line dictionaries for consumption
And blow like a fat man who ate a beany burrito before leaving behind an explosion
Opposition is my ignition lighters flicking I can't stop shooting these bullets is my addiction
Things that spark the flame are stuff like rappers expecting me to have pride in misogyny
If you think that topic makes the game then like a traveler you need a guide cause you been misguided see
A bunch of kids who need belts to their hinds I see
Women influence you to thurst all your kids free
You can call cps but when they find out what you said they'll just beat you with me
So hot on fire like I'm ghost rider
I've burned myself to ashes
Gave myself trauma like a soldier
And now I'm stuck having flashes
No matter how much I burn there's always more sticks
Coming from nothing from zero
I'm eternal, with all my ammo I'm a phoenix a never-ending inferno!
[Hook: Hunter Adam]
True art in an explosion, just like a firework
Take the effort now to stun, ashes blacken can't acquire what's already burnt
Before your mind burns out, it ain't no empty slum, no one else'll coincide your burst
Remove the safety off the gun, and spray and quench the game dying of thirst!
For our memory that dies, take some pride
For the beauty that cries, take some pride
For the art that we all love, take some pride
Before what we love becomes true art, take some pride
For our memory that dies, take some pride
For the beauty that cries, take some pride
For the art that we all love, take some pride
Before what we love becomes true art, take some pride