All-Out Attack

Verse 1 (DAX):
I'm going all out (all out!) ball out 'till I fall down, worth
Shots like playing COD now, my songs up in iPods now
(My God!) the way she do it, I be steady asking Ann how she's
Got me round her finger like her trigger, gratata, pow

Tell me whatchu' 'talm 'bout, Done Dream number one now
I serve these grander concepts, boy, I live up in the art house
Wrist game still on Fallout, screw work, I think I'll call out, tell
Trump we'll bring that wall down, I been peeped he got some distortion

Aye, we be Phantom Thieving, aye, normal eyes don't see we
Aye, I got "piece" like Reese's, aye, these kicks hard, shout out
Chie, every track, I am exactly who I be
Setting my Persona free, listen, all you'll get is me

Like Yukiko Amagi, know I be serving hot hot
Velvet Room with Margaret, ready know she's on my thought thoughts
Futaba in them short shorts, man, she's got this down on lock lock
My attacks might go all out, girl, I'll show 'em what I got got

Chorus:
When it comes to being me
Don't got jack to do with you
So you know I'm doing me
'cause there's one way that I do

I do this all out (all out, all out) I'm in my oracle
All out (all out, all out) just thought that you should know
All out (all out, all out) I'm in my oracle
All out (all out, all out) girl, I gotta go

Verse 2 (Mav):
All out, I bang out, go all out like Gohan when he goes mystic

All out when I spit a verse 'cause the metaphors are so cryptic
So instant with this transmission, I don't pull up I just pop in
Maverick is so nice, of course I'm in your top ten
Most people done fell off, oh well nigga, but not him

Sorry I'm not sorry I'm just spitting from my mind though
People want the old me but they never press rewind, no
Never been a wise guy 'cause some wise guys really five oh
Gamer not a gangster, oh I think this my time, yo

Two mixtapes, one summer, damn, I'm the shit, you know I am
Go all out all summer, man, go all out just for my fans
Go all out just for my fam, got two swords, they never jam
Cats rap fast: green eggs 'n ham, we blow shit up like Bomber Man

Yeah, motherfuckers getting over hyped, you best control your endorphins
It's sad to say but fuck ya' plays, you niggas ain't that important
I called ya' mom and she told me she should’ve got that abortion
I go all out, no call outs, I'm that lyrical swordsman

Chorus