Psychic Kids - R.A.I (feat. Pat the Azmatic, Kirk & SMITH.b)

My inbox filled to the brim with paper
Outgoing mail mostly rhymes and vapors
And chains lined with razors, chainmail on his apron
20 to your fundraiser before I proceed to vanquish
Laid a kiss before I'm gone from the window to the wind
I might return a hero might never be seen again
If you want to reach me I'll be somewhere in the bends
with my foot on someone's neck saying "don't be squeamish friend"
I make it flash before it ends from your birth to next of kin
Before the flash from the rim got your lighting going dim
If you try to speak on my friends, you get battered
Bitch I'm hanging off the rim of the hoop the glass shattered
In your city I don't know the name, peel out on the interstate
Permanent zip code goes 2, 5, Sinewave
Don't know your state take the double A through time and space
Documented blood type: kaleidoscope of light rays
Positive

But I'll return at the call of a dear friend
If you listen real close to this shell you can hear them
Plant flags, hold stance, create force of nature
Make point, back to slaying orcs in the acres

I slay orcs and trolls and pussies with no goals
I fork the coals across the bowl, collect a toll then roll dope
Grassy knolls and sniper scopes
Me and Smith are ghillied up
Get the pack and seal it up
We on attack, you feeling us
Man I'm the mothafucka that's been slaying all these goblins
Got the fire on ya ass if you the one that wanna start it
I'm not one to be doing all that mothafucking barking
bitch I bite before I quit, This is war we ain't larping
Got these maidens on me hapring, they just harpies in the heart
And I want the smoke quick like I brought the whole carton
Get to carving with this blade and I know you be the target
Bitch I'm smarter than they think and I see it all regardless
PK gonna be the guild that shows you all what having heart is
Bitch we breaking whatcha build while staying in the darkness
Sword plus 10 with the fucking sharpness
I aint tryna come off harsh man but i think yo shit is garbage

But I'll return at the call of a sweet friend
Look real close at this sword you can see them
Plant flags, hold stance, create force of nature
Make point, back to slaying demons in these pages

I turned a page of time while lost within a meditative state
Then moved the rocks across the cosmic, ain't no regular thang, ya
I'm the opposite of prophet, I'm a creature with fangs
What sold his soul to gain the knowledge of the great ones, the sages
Said I go Guts with how I'm violent using anger an' hate
I got a grip on the katana, got you fearing the blade
I filp shits, hurracrania, I'ma heel on the stage
You'll get hurt, this I promise, this your final campaign
I drink a potion, hone in on the Arcane Magick tomes
An then use the dark magic of erosion, this soul is never golden
We're broken, no way to gain control an
All the fear we've felt is now in focus
And void of sound
Lowest hole that i have ever found
Was Sarlac pit, felt like Ewok shit
Took the half of it to get around
We in the upside down
But nevermind I think i found it now

But I'll return at the call of a lost friend
Seems real close but to most you don't need them
Plant flags, hold stance, create force of nature
Make point, back to slaying ghosts within the ether

Written by:
Bryce Smith, James Kirk, Patrick Cummings

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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