Chaotic Methods

By Reel Wolf

On Sinema

Released on August 2, 2017

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[Verse 1: Kid Fade]

Yo, yo, as soon as my hand hits the mic y’all kissing the canvas

'Cause my antics of popping Xanax leave 'em vanished like a distant planet

Yeah, y'all finna panic 'cause you landed in the street abandoned, single handed and stranded

Facing off against a manic who's standing gigantic with flows

Seen you've landed on shores, all washed up, yo, ain't that the way you planned it?

Drugs are just like laps, I ran it

I'll leave you wrapped in hammocks

Put you in ceramics while my dome rocking the black Spandex

The kid is back and famished, causing you half the damage

Attack the track and savage murder, mayhem, fast and frantic

I bust a cap one handеd, your murder raps are antics

Things ain't go the way you plannеd it, break 'em like the Ten Commandments

Still the best, right? Driven like a test drive

This life's a bitch, I'll fucking treat it like my ex wife

It makes you vexed, right? I'm stepping in a fresh light

All washed up while I'm leaving them pressed right


[Verse 2: Swann]

Every time I step in the booth, a monster, shit I'm living proof

A heavyweight in person, you don't want to see my other dudes

I come across as nice but in the long run, I'm nutso

Sick and delirious, mental insane, can’t give a fuck though

I slap words together but really now do they make sense?

My name international, honestly, I got no regrets

Tryna make my name spread fast, I'm running out of time

No country for this old man but I'm never running out of rhymes

So get in line, fucked up as a child with an evil smile

Leaving cold chills down your spine, fucking with your mind

Took a turn for the worse, coming back with a heavy thirst

Bursting through the wall with my artillery to strike first

Straight out the front lines, ready to spark at any moment

I stay ferocious, bombing on wack rappers, notice

I'm sick of talking, let me show you how to do it

Swinging uppercuts and left jabs, leaving your face black and blue


[Verse 3: Resin]

Don't make me flip 'cause I ain't taking no shit

They ask me how I sleep at night, I got my face in some tits

Crazy and sick, can he really be as insane as he is?

Just call me Hades 'cause you're in the place where he lives

What's the fuss? If you MC's want to front, you'll get crushed

Circulate the hatred with every adrenaline rush

Holding a grudge, buddy, there's no margin for error

I can build suspension, skip right to the part when you're scared

Fuck a gun, I get close enough to puncture a lung

Before I tolerate your disrespect I'll cut out your tongue

They lack purpose, that's why they talk shit and act nervous

It's just professional courtesy trashing your wack verses

I'm a bad person, life ain't all sugar and spice

That's why I magnify the light and make fire from ice

You'll pay the price if you think you've got a bargaining chip

If Resin don't have a weapon then I'll sharpen a stick