Ions

[Sims] Live from environments while iron eagles flyin' Metal pieces fired Heaving high into the evening Come and meet me Hunting season Numbered days I often wonder if that's even odd Thesis: reason leaving Are you breathing? Right on, my god Bygones bygones Ions flaring Flying from the one that I'm on, sheesh Beyond neon I ride on nylon and bearings Write in krylon, "You're fucking with The Juggernaut" Why they, why they wanna go to war with them? Tin clad skin, grin made of porcelain Orbiting, I can spot 'em from the dorsal fin Ornament, waiting for the Metamorphosis Ain't no Kafka, just some ca-ca from the demagogues Rocking with the Baphomets inside the Pentagon One push the button then we bye bye Bright eyes nigh nigh You play the sidline I break the game and make the highlight (Chorus) Whoa, here we go again Whoa, it's always on ten Whoa, it's always on ten Whoa-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh Whoa, here we go again (and again) Whoa, it's always on ten Whoa, it's always on ten Whoa-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh [Mike Mictlan] Been a brass-ball Bearing beast Ball-sack of gator Skin off the pavement,preach Barely great Crazy 88 Raiders Beating the fake Outta you fucks Bottoms up Bodies all over the place Beat the brakes Beat us and Beat the face, greasy lean See the teeth fleeing To the planet of the blamin' apes Feeding time Freedom fights Feed 'em fire Free to fry but pay the price Peter pipes we play through pain Drapes! Peace of mind, for piece of yours I'll bring the blade Bring the boys Out of the yard I put 'em back in their milkshakes Cut slash dig Dumbin' up, domino Slam Dum dudda I'm just a city slick Son of a bitch Buck bash brick Do whatcha like A doo-wop diddy Don't letcha britches Get too fuckin' big I'll take the brag outta the docious Put it back in the bag Not your bruh, bruh Buddy, don't call me guy You know what it is [P.O.S] Glass on the outside Blood on the inside Something ain't right Couldn't think of any other way to hide Couldn't be a better way to get away than die But we some big fans of life, and humbled And big fans of light, and tunnels It's so sick man, got so sick'ning Quick goddamn man, something better get me (Chorus) Whoa, here we go again Whoa, it's always on ten Whoa, it's always on ten Whoa-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh Whoa, here we go again (and again) Whoa, it's always on ten Whoa, it's always on ten Whoa-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh