[Chorus: Arsonists]

Whether eyes closed or blind fold (HANDS TIED)

Who's man enough to brawl and roll (LET'S RIDE)

That's how it's done, you can run (RUN) run (CAN'T HIDE)

We keep our pyros tight, ain't that right? (THAT'S RIGHT)



[Verse One: Jise One]

I seek the meek that shall inherit the surrogate means of life

Degenerate intermedial, slice words, sell it for half trife

Price sell out yourself that ain't nice (get outta here)

Shiest heads, get on your knees! Roll over like you were dice

Splice my words, saddle my conscience

It's rich the hell with peasants

Tenants of apprehensive board games and beast incentives

Relative to the back of my hand

Stripping my face mash with meat bleeding to death in war stance

We playin hangman! (Hotdamn!)

We soldiers to phantoms spittin these street anthems

Quiet niggas to tantrums

We baggy denim to fashion, live band niggas to Samsung

Live ass niggas who ring but then run

Somebody's son that die young callin himself