Lyrics

[Verse] Like the smoke from my gun, I get out with a twist and a turn On the stage with the mic in my fist as I burn and I rage Still I laugh in the face of my rival and the taste And you know we got a race Run from me, run from me I cannot trust, baby like me corrupt Man, they're trying to punch me Internightmare, can I get me some sovereignty? Two steps shorts of fulfilling the prophecy Highly combustible, I don't dance I could be a chemical or a kill switch Gear shift, put the business and the bass together You can call me Ogahama, no babies I can harvest the energy Either way, they're using harness to raid me But they been caught up on intimidation But they chasing all the validation Representation, population On the run, still running from the spears, ah