Slow Burn

[Sims]
I keep my heart to the skies, I keep my ear to the ground
Knowing them vultures can circle yeah but there's poachers around
So I fly low, barely an inch above the surface
Lie low slice a serpent on a branch and still have sight to chop the rat
I'd love to stop and chat stay and chew the fat
But if you've seen the view from my shoes you knew I got to move
Stakes is high but I got walls to paint and slates to wipe
There's work for the young critic and I've been known to build without a permit
So don't mind me as I breeze on through, running on fumes like a neon tube
I get no sleep and I'm in so deep I can't ignore the problem
But you can't blame the seed for what the forest taught 'em
So cut 'em up, head 'em off at the plot, let 'em drop like leaves in the trees and so learn and let burn

[Mike Mictlan]
Burn page
Hot as the sun
Sons of the flame raise from the raze we'll
Rise and shoot at the sunset with a musket rusted in rain
So shook so loaded so liquids get molded
Frozen in pain, so flipped, so don’t look, just note it, hold it in vain
Apathetic apparition
A ghost that moves like a banshee dancing in place
Work that fire fireworks fuse, fine line between fame and a phase
But I promise it’s coming
One-thousand miles and running
[?] tongue caught one in the chest
Pounding out styles down to the stomach
Broke, spines, choke cries, from both sides of the mind
But I close my eyes
Wide-open minded, so the touch to the blind
Ashes to ashes
Fire fights fire
So wait your turn, learn from the urn
Return to the earth, see, turn cheek, speak, and you will burn

[Chorus x2]
I keep my eyes wide open as I’m allowed
Wise soldier, soulless, old as the hour, holding it down
A ghost as I coast through your town
Colt raised with a cold handshake, cold look for the fanbase
So shook, it’s that slow burn

[Mictlan & Sims]
S to the IM to the S-B to the AM to the F (Soul is burnin’)
From the middle of nowhere certain
Let it melt like snow on bourbon
Cold murder when the colt is smirking
But they lurking like the still ain’t working
We dice like drunken surgeons till they close our curtains
I seen 'em feign
Seen 'em change
Watch them re-arrange
Reasons why we work the blade, perforate that perpetrator
Survival is the hustle, plus the reason for the daily jump rope
Clerics for the forest and informants for the jungles
So don’t mind us as we gash you up, nasty cuts till you ash and dust
Dig your six feet deep up, leave you heaped up with that same old feeling
Lights out meaning, living life with them knives all reeling
So get em up for the sons this evening
So learn and let learn

[Chorus x2]
I keep my eyes wide open as I’m allowed
Wise soldier, soulless, old as the hour, holding it down
A ghost as I coast through your town
Cold rays with a cold handshake, cold look for the fanbase
So shook, it’s that slow burn

[Outro]
Time is flying away
The nights are dying in black, caught
Let it crash by the waves
Instead of heaving glass rocks

Time is flying away
The nights are dying in black, caught
Let it crash by the waves
Yo, homie this flight is your last thought

Time is flying the away
The nights are dying in black, caught
Let it crash by the waves
The only flight is your last thought

Time is flying the away
The nights are dying in black, caught
Let it crash by the waves
Your only flight is your last thought