Gods Fire On A Summer Night

[Verse 1 - Farma G]
Scalextrics, speed gauge metrics
Smart car left it on the last bend, crept in
Stealth bird, blacked out, night hawk Zeppelin
Crashed from the night sky, star shine heckling
It's the reckoning, the second installed it's developing
Manga life, our type Akira time adrenalin
A vicious life cycle of a heroine
Ming the Merciless, flash dancing on a sedative
It's the dragon kings beckoning superlative with medicine
Begin with Benylin triple strength for the mess we're in
Indecisive with the relic in the dusty bin
Punching from the inners of a brown paper mandolin
Tin can models of an army that will never win
Searching for the shadows of the kid he called Madeleine
Panic in the valleys through the looking glass shattering
White rabbits, balancing the time piece and gambling
Two hour double or nothing and still wondering
Will the queen of hearts still chime from up under him
Flick the sand timer lagging from the thundering
The cumbersome are haunted by the hunting of the last Gelfling
Dark crystals drive on a elf's questions
Time tricks and the countdown is mere seconds
God beckons, and genocide is life threatened
New birth wept animals and C-sections

[Hook - Chester P]
Some rolled runner type
Head full of dynamite
Jigsaw spitting God fire on a summer night
Twenty lashes of the best were the other type
Real life spitting God fire on a summer night

[Verse 2 - Chester P]
Slap fireball jam slash rapsical
Chainsaw tickle the lid
Kids pickled on a sunshine melody Jones
Twit crippled with a splash of the raspberry twist that don't ripple
First class multiple shots and old syringes
Swing doors hitting the bar with bent hinges
Tough guy rappers with strengths of ten ninjas
Finger pick fraggles with hits who pen scriptures
Speedboat hair in the wind and cold knuckles
Talk that I walk with the swag that don't buckle
Shades of a total eclipse
The whole system of a rebel head rabble from the rubble of existence
Spent spirit tryna get me through the next mile
Man I'm not a person I'm a number in the X-Files
See Chess miles deep into exile
Head messed up, skulls fucked like I'm deaths child
Influential ain't the word, let the truth sink
Spread it in the news, link your crews, have a few drinks
Raise your glass in the air for a new stint
The future is merely a reflection of the blueprint
Influential ain't the word, let the truth sink
Spread it in the news, link your crews, have a few drinks
Raise your glass in the air for a new stint
The future is merely a reflection of the blueprint

[Hook - Chester P]
Some rolled runner type
Head full of dynamite
Jigsaw spitting God fire on a summer night
Twenty lashes of the best were the other type
Real life spitting God fire on a summer night