Shanax Bars, Tempknight Harrison - Rex Mortem
I watch them birds of preyFly away
Each and every single day
Shout out to my niggas in that forty deuce
Raging Bulls
Sidewinders, reapers and tigers
The battlefield multiplies
Kings of the desert
We turn yo' block to Hiroshima
Watch the world turn to dust
Certain things I can't discuss
In them GBU's we trust
AGM's stacked up to the brim
Rest in peace to all your kin
Making government money
But it ain't funny
On the 95
Taking all them lives
Propaganda on the scanner
You can run but you can't hide
When them two Alphas slide
You better swallow your pride
Send that nigga to his maker
We don't need no tracers
Split the equator
54 to your front door
If you can't stand the rain
We decide to make it snow
Be careful when your homies glow
Entire generation incinerated
For the red white and blue
We spreading death just like the Spanish Flu
The public love us too
So what you gon' do when they come for you
Bullets flying
Hellfire high on the horizon
Dying young for oil prices
Gliding silent, skydiving
Dropping bombs for baptizing
Missiles guided, sidewinding
Lights are blinding, flashing sirens
Violence anything but silence
They're calling in a drone strike
I pray for all the loaned lives
A lay prone in the cold night
And all I've ever known's strife
Muzzles flash light strobe lights
I know wrong, I don't know right
They'll have you take your own life
You're never coming home, aight
Two stepping in them steel toes
Laughing at the enemy in agony
Their protests ain't bringing me no stress
I got smoke in my lungs
And fiberglass in my skin
All these monsters in my closet
They stay guiding my pen
All them bodies dropped in Kandahar
My niggas driving fancy cars
Don't worry about them African massacre
You not my master
Empty bottle of rum
The one in front of the gun
Lives forever, maybe not
But I'mma take my shot
Them blue skies mean its time for you to die
Can't remember why
Airstrikes from strange heights
Your life is just a number
Silent thunder from Italy
There ain't no penalties
I need a 130
To do your ass dirty with precision
I'm completing my missions
Fuck all these feelings
You a civilian
Catch you walking near the border
That's your resting place
Nobody know what happened
Cause there ain't no trace
I need some cream for my coffee
Them hogs leave 'em sloppy
Don't care what it cost
Call the hunters
All these niggas turn to runners
Like its track and field
I'm just counting my kills
Fuck how you feel
You a civilian
Written by:
Jamal Harrison, Shannon Weaver
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