(Sims) I keep my heart to the sky, I keep my ear to the ground, Knowin them vultures can circle yeah but their'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, Id love to stop and chat stay and chew the fat, But if youve seen the view from my shoes you knew I gotta move, Stakes is high but I got walls to paint and slates to wipe, Theirs work for the young critic and Ive been known to build without a permit, So dont mind me as I breeze on through, runnin on fumes like a neon tube, I get no sleep and Im in so deep I cant ignore the problem, But you cant 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 treason (So learn so let it burn) (Mike Mictlan) Burn page Wide as the sun Sons of the flame raise from the race 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 dancin in place Work that fire, fireworks, fuse, fine line between fame and a face But I promise it's comin One-thousand miles and runnin Shaolin hot 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 smirkin But they lurkin like the still ain't workin 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 feelin Lights ‘out meanin, livin life with them knives all reelin So get em up for the sons this evenin 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 gla** 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