Lyrics: Thabang Byl
Music: Thabang Byl
Set fire to the backup plan/
no parachute/
i'm lampin reading on a Battle plan/
you see the light moving, shining on my travel path
ima throw a fissile missile faster than an atom can/
its for the books, so you scribe it on a metal plaque/
you tryina find a rare diamond in the shallow pan/
But i'm looking for zirconium /
plutonium enriched/ on the daily and i came for your cranium/
crooks & castles home the skull and the cross bones
its a double cross, so slow up on the cross road/
whether tyres are pirelli's or the firestones/
You coming to halt like being the center of a crossbow/
autobiographical dirge, for a war story /
im that notable signpost never appear blurry/
Landmark, symbolic for a cornerstone homey/
rosetta stones/
aint vainglory/
for paying for me/
who you sent yah/ i put my claim on the map/
i'm trying i get me and my people out of the trap/
im raising a kingdom its sitting on my lap/
they be the eyes, smoke the enemy inside the camp/
they know, to stay low, and keep firing when they little/
how to take something miniscule and make it triple/
how to not be bothered, not even when water ripples/
spit shine brush bristle /
the blinding sun, Make it official/
Only God knows, the story that time tells/
El diablo sinister roads when the night fell/
chilling haze stayed in the air when the sky fell/
dry spell/
comforting stories, that the lies tell/
heard in hoods and streets where we raised at/
all that time spent, on the almanac you gon payback?/
i let it slip from my hands, no route to trace back/
heard em wish me luck, to find a needle in haystack/
Im just tryina breathe/
Im just just breathe/
Im just just breath/
get it off my chest/
Just tryina breath/
Kinda strange, when you on a higher plane, but you slippin/
Everything you know getting tested, with no provisions/
flame thrown at the heat of the fire in the kitchen/
you twisting and turning, how you burn for mission/
you figure missing/ cobra spitting scar on ya cornea/
snake charmer fail, blind faded dysphoria/
they say take something for pain heres a little Morphia/
thanking the chemist igniting the spirit of a warrior/
Got me taking over, every plot tryina stop me/
Make the Turkish coffee hot, morning kinda frosty/
Every hour round the clock /
moving it like liquor sales/
gotta keep it moving whether sink or sail/
theses are bigger scales/
ricochet! no quicker way to the ironside/
Gotta stand for something, strip away/
Let this little shine/
Fortify the landmarq/
saw the lord when Uzziah died/
digging the stakes how you prepare for landslide /