R.A.I ft. Pat the Azmatic, Kirk & SMITH.b Lyrics

My inbox filled to the brim with paper

Outgoing mail mostly rhymes and vapors

And chains lined with razors, chainmail on his apron

20 to your fundraiser before I proceed to vanquish

Laid a kiss before I'm gone from the window to the wind

I might return a hero might never be seen again

If you want to reach me I'll be somewhere in the bends

with my foot on someone's neck saying "don't be squeamish friend"

I make it flash before it ends from your birth to next of kin

Before the flash from the rim got your lighting going dim

If you try to speak on my friends, you get battered

Bitch I'm hanging off the rim of the hoop the glass shattered

In your city I don't know the name, peel out on the interstate

Permanent zip code goes 2, 5, Sinewave

Don't know your state take the double A through time and space

Documented blood type: kaleidoscope of light rays

Positive

But I'll return at the call of a dear friend

If you listen real close to this shell you can hear them

Plant flags, hold stance, create force of nature

Make point, back to slaying orcs in the acres

I slay orcs and trolls and pussies with no goals

I fork the coals across the bowl, collect a toll then roll dope

Grassy knolls and sniper scopes

Me and Smith are ghillied up

Get the pack and seal it up

We on attack, you feeling us

Man I'm the mothafucka that's been slaying all these goblins

Got the fire on ya ass if you the one that wanna start it

I'm not one to be doing all that mothafucking barking

bitch I bite before I quit, This is war we ain't larping

Got these maidens on me hapring, they just harpies in the heart

And I want the smoke quick like I brought the whole carton

Get to carving with this blade and I know you be the target

Bitch I'm smarter than they think and I see it all regardless

PK gonna be the guild that shows you all what having heart is

Bitch we breaking whatcha build while staying in the darkness

Sword plus 10 with the fucking sharpness

I aint tryna come off harsh man but i think yo shit is garbage

But I'll return at the call of a sweet friend

Look real close at this sword you can see them

Plant flags, hold stance, create force of nature

Make point, back to slaying demons in these pages

I turned a page of time while lost within a meditative state

Then moved the rocks across the cosmic, ain't no regular thang, ya

I'm the opposite of prophet, I'm a creature with fangs

What sold his soul to gain the knowledge of the great ones, the sages

Said I go Guts with how I'm violent using anger an' hate

I got a grip on the katana, got you fearing the blade

I filp shits, hurracrania, I'ma heel on the stage

You'll get hurt, this I promise, this your final campaign

I drink a potion, hone in on the Arcane Magick tomes

An then use the dark magic of erosion, this soul is never golden

We're broken, no way to gain control an

All the fear we've felt is now in focus

And void of sound

Lowest hole that i have ever found

Was Sarlac pit, felt like Ewok shit

Took the half of it to get around

We in the upside down

But nevermind I think i found it now

But I'll return at the call of a lost friend

Seems real close but to most you don't need them

Plant flags, hold stance, create force of nature

Make point, back to slaying ghosts within the ether