[Sims]

I keep my heart to the skies, I keep my ear to the ground

Knowing them vultures can circle yeah but there'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

I'd love to stop and chat stay and chew the fat

But if you've seen the view from my shoes you knew I got to move

Stakes is high but I got walls to paint and slates to wipe

There's work for the young critic and I've been known to build without a permit

So don't mind me as I breeze on through, running on fumes like a neon tube

I get no sleep and I'm in so deep I can't ignore the problem

But you can't 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 trees and so learn and let burn

[Mike Mictlan]

Burn page

Hot as the sun

Sons of the flame raise from the raze 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 dancing in place

Work that fire fireworks fuse, fine line between fame and a phase

But I promise it’s coming

One-thousand miles and running

[?] 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 smirking

But they lurking like the still ain’t working

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 feeling

Lights out meaning, living life with them knives all reeling

So get em up for the sons this evening

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 glass 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