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