All-Out Attack

Lyrics

Verse 1 (DAX): I'm going all out (all out!) ball out 'till I fall down, worth Shots like playing COD now, my songs up in iPods now (My God!) the way she do it, I be steady asking Ann how she's Got me round her finger like her trigger, gratata, pow Tell me whatchu' 'talm 'bout, Done Dream number one now I serve these grander concepts, boy, I live up in the art house Wrist game still on Fallout, screw work, I think I'll call out, tell Trump we'll bring that wall down, I been peeped he got some distortion Aye, we be Phantom Thieving, aye, normal eyes don't see we Aye, I got "piece" like Reese's, aye, these kicks hard, shout out Chie, every track, I am exactly who I be Setting my Persona free, listen, all you'll get is me Like Yukiko Amagi, know I be serving hot hot Velvet Room with Margaret, ready know she's on my thought thoughts Futaba in them short shorts, man, she's got this down on lock lock My attacks might go all out, girl, I'll show 'em what I got got Chorus: When it comes to being me Don't got jack to do with you So you know I'm doing me 'cause there's one way that I do I do this all out (all out, all out) I'm in my oracle All out (all out, all out) just thought that you should know All out (all out, all out) I'm in my oracle All out (all out, all out) girl, I gotta go Verse 2 (Mav): All out, I bang out, go all out like Gohan when he goes mystic All out when I spit a verse 'cause the metaphors are so cryptic So instant with this transmission, I don't pull up I just pop in Maverick is so nice, of course I'm in your top ten Most people done fell off, oh well nigga, but not him Sorry I'm not sorry I'm just spitting from my mind though People want the old me but they never press rewind, no Never been a wise guy 'cause some wise guys really five oh Gamer not a gangster, oh I think this my time, yo Two mixtapes, one summer, damn, I'm the shit, you know I am Go all out all summer, man, go all out just for my fans Go all out just for my fam, got two swords, they never jam Cats rap fast: green eggs 'n ham, we blow shit up like Bomber Man Yeah, motherfuckers getting over hyped, you best control your endorphins It's sad to say but fuck ya' plays, you niggas ain't that important I called ya' mom and she told me she should've got that abortion I go all out, no call outs, I'm that lyrical swordsman Chorus