Death Note

[Intro]
My rhyme pad is my Death Note, my manifesto
Swipe at them, let's go - why? Because I said so
I don't do this for the bread, dough
Checks, or a Benzo, do it so my head copes

[Hook: Zach Byrne]
My rhyme pad is my Death Note, my manifesto
Swipe at them, let's go - why? Because I said so
I don't do this for the bread, dough
Checks, or a Benzo, do it so my head copes

Step to the next show, on stage with the best flow
I was born for this from the get-go
Shine with a fresh glow, tightly connect dope
Kill mics, write like Light with a Death Note

[Verse 1: Zach Byrne]
Top-notch, not mistaken, often faded
Blunt to the face, it's a must I blaze it
I ain't here to play games like Operation
Doctor, patient, my gift my curse
I'm godforsaken, not for Satan
Lots of naked sluts, chocolate, Asian
Yeah, I got temptation, tongue’s a tasting
Lungs amazing, coughing, wasted but
Head noise, got lots invading, monster, spaceships
Out of this world, I'm lost misplaced in
My own dome, stuck in a rut for fucking ages
Leave 'em shocked and shaking, cut from the same
Cloth of greatness - Dr. Dre is
Sometimes, I can't take this shit, guess I'm constipated
I love and hate it, someday I'll tell Mum
I made it and I cannot fake it
My dream's on the run so I gun and chase it
Take a breather, ain't no way you beat us
Can't defeat us, we the faster creatures
Past elite, just too far to reach us
On par with cheetahs, I laugh and eat you guys
I'm God-sent, go and ask the preachers
What you think I write on when I need a spark?
Killer like a python when I speak my heart
Craft evil, Knievel at my peak, at last
Pen and pad my therapy like a piece of art

[Hook: Zach Byrne]
My rhyme pad is my Death Note, my manifesto
Swipe at them, let's go - Why? Because I said so
I don't do this for the bread, dough
Checks, or a Benzo, do it so my head copes
Step to the next show, on stage with the best flow
I was born for this from the get-go
Shine with a fresh glow, tightly connect dope
Kill mics, write like Light with a Death Note

[Verse 2: ]
Long kiss goodnight brother, I'm writing death notes
I've been spitting petrol, since an adolescent, let's go
I don't need to get dough, I just need to vent bro
Because ever since I said my truth, I hear my story get cloned
Yeah, fuck, so what you said, bro?
I'm doing 90 in a 40-zone looking for fucking dead blokes
Mind's crazy, it's been harder to write a rhyme lately
I just think back on my past and how I'm hurting my lady
Damn, there ain't no talking it out
I came to kill shit, they ridiculed my formula, how?
So, now there ain't talking it out
It's on-site with these pussies, steady talking me down
Yeah, I've been stalking the town
Trying to get back to my rightful place
The throne is mine, fuck this city and it's spiteful ways
Lightning came and struck twice
Created fire, that's how I was made
Now I'm in Hell plotting on my escape
Hah, fuckhead

[Hook: Zach Byrne]
My rhyme pad is my Death Note, my manifesto
Swipe at them, let's go - why? Because I said so
I don't do this for the bread, dough
Checks, or a Benzo, do it so my head copes
Step to the next show, on stage with the best flow
I was born for this from the get-go
Shine with a fresh glow, tightly connect dope
Kill mics, write like Light with a Death Note, argh!