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