Incendiary

[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