[Hook: Robby Anderson]

It's so incendiary

My synapses are firing, this beat just keeps my feet moving

Heat of the moment

Don't think to much, just let it out

It's you and me alone in the crowd

[Verse 1: Rage]

Time to make a real hit, go hard, gold shit

They said that you can make a rap and make a mil, no shit

Go fast, leave the slow ones in the tar pit

Let me get a ride, chomp down on this bar bit

Different breed, not afraid to admit

No money, no car, and just one chick

Game ain't even started but the other players forfeit

Cutting edge, cross bit, ahhh shit

Head change, bong hit

Never got to lie, never got to bullshit

Never got to act like I am gonna go and do it

I just do it without thinking bout it, there ain't nothing to it

Do it for myself, never for the money

Do it for my friends cause they think it's funny

Little old me, on stage fucking rocking out

Want to see me rage? All you gotta do is shout

[Bridge: Rage]

Take a quick second, break it up

I want to make a toast, so raise your cup

I just wanna see all of ya'll get down

So dance how you want, no one gives a fuck

I said take a quick second to break it up

I wanna make a toast, so raise your cup

I just wanna see all of y'all get down

So let's get the fuck up

[Verse 2: Rage]

When the bass drops, I make the shit pop

I'll be going non-stop 'til I reach the top

I'll be going all night 'til they call the cops

Like the brakes went out rolling round the block

Going full speed, no regret, no need

All we need is some motherfucking beer and weed

We already got that so let's proceed

Cause my dealer's got a money back guarantee

Light that shit up, I'm gasoline

Let's start a riot, let's cause a scene

Cooler than a motherfucking ice machine

In the drop top, with a ounce of green

I'm the future of music baby, time machine

Flow so sweet like a tangerine

Acting like I'm doing doses of straight caffeine

Yelling at motherfuckers from the limousine

[Hook: Robby Anderson]

It's so incendiary

My synapses are firing, this beat just keeps my feet moving

Heat of the moment

Don't think to much, just let it out

It's you and me alone in the crowd

[Verse 3: Rage]

Coming at you live, get the party started

Coming at you real, going open-hearted

Fresher than a motherfucking farmers market

Got that old school vibe, kindergarten

Smartest artist in the game

Trash TV, don't forget the name

Looking big picture and we fit the frame

Going off road, yelling out fuck a lane

We're the best that there ever was, after Notorious

Killing 'em, killing 'em, Basterd Inglorious

Claim that my aim in the name of the Holy One's

To change the game up, that's my metamorphosis

And we'll be victorious

Pumping our good vibes in every orifice

You know what to do when TOMB bring the chorus in