Flash. Lights. - Intellectual

[Chorus: Ben Schuller]

Flash, lights

Maybe I could take it back tonight

Maybe I could make the past alive

[Verse 1: NemRaps]

Quicker than most, I'm going fast

You think it's a ghost if I'm running passed

The way that I'm moving, you become the past

So far ahead of you, you 'bout to get lapped

You need to move outta my path

You need to move, or we gonna crash

Stepping in front of me, cut 'em in half

Living life like a hundred meter dash

Headfirst and I'm making a splash

No slowing down, I'm having a blast

Here today, but I'll be gone in a Flash

Abracadabra, homie, this is magic

You making me laugh

The blur, my face is kinda like a mask

Foot on the gas, I'm on your ass

Got me wondering how long will you last?

Look in my eyes, I am legit

I am too rеal, as real as it gets

Peep the dеtermination and the grit

I am the final chapter, this is it

People say that I need to get a grip

They turn around, and I'm gone with the wind

Pray to be blessed, but living in sin

Then do it again, and do it again

Everyday we lit, that is the goal

Ride for the highs, get by on the lows

You can not judge, you are too slow

You could never walk a mile in my soles, no

You wouldn't make it a minute

If we had a chance at reversing the roles

You would just quit, you would just fold

You have been warned, you have been told

[Chorus: Ben Schuller]

Flash, lights

Maybe I could take it back tonight

Maybe I could make the past alive

[Verse 2: NemRaps]

The writing's on the wall, yeah, the world is coming after me

So if I'm about to fall, yeah, then I'mma take it down with me

I'm like a pebble in a sandstorm, there's no way that you'll be tracking me

You can try to catch me if you want to, your place will always be right after me

Speed, take what I want, take what I need

Some people claiming that I am the worst, but the first thing I'm doing is taking the lead

I am the person they're hating to see, you already know why they hating on me

Nobody likes that I'm coming in first, they always coming in later than me

Cope, look at you now, you look like a dope

We are not pals, we are not friends, this is the end, you are a joke

Move to the side, you don't want the smoke, don't even try, Murder She Wrote

I'm on your neck, I grab you by the throat, I ain't got time for this, I gotta go

[Chorus: Ben Schuller]

Flash, lights

Maybe I could take it back tonight

Maybe I could make the past alive