Kilauea

I spit magma magic, this voice is a volcano
I'll change the land forever but I swear it's still okay though
So watch ya damn mouth and that worth noting
But not these notes here, they'll leave your gums and teeth eroding

Every yin has a yang, what's fire to hurricanes
Better pray for rainy days that's all that stands in the way
Don't got time for you lame, tryna build continental
Elements are temperamental, not always so sentimental

Keep it all cinematic, lock your yang in the attic
With the other pyrallis, still locked in shock and paralysis
Tip the balances and cut the crap without flatulence
Start developing calluses and assessing the damages

Grab some bandages, mummify your self with the cannabis
Think all the advantages before the smoke clears and vanishes
Then leave the establishment, head your ass into traffic
When you realize you stuck bitch, panic

I spit magma magic, this voice is a volcano
I'll change the land forever but I swear it's still okay though
So watch ya damn mouth and that worth noting
But not these notes here, they'll leave your gums and teeth eroding

Every ying has a yang, what's fire to hurricanes
Better pray for rainy days that's all that stands in the way
Don't got time for you lame, tryna build continental
Elements are temperamental, not always so sentimental

I got fresh prints like a stroll in the snow
Crossing out my exes like tick tack toe
I disagree with my foes, but arguing is a waste
I'll leave you walking away with a bad taste

Talking crap, that's hate, ill make you end in a sad fate
Or bad shape, no wait, your hands raised where the rats at
Wait, I think that there was my late ate
Now let me get back to the landscape

I spit magma magic, this voice is a volcano
I'll change the land forever but I swear it's still okay though
So watch ya damn mouth and that worth noting
But not these notes here, they'll leave your gums and teeth eroding

Every ying has a yang, what's fire to hurricanes
Better pray for rainy days that's all that stands in the way
Don't got time for you lame, tryna build continental
Elements are temperamental, not always so sentimental

I don't need a rinnegan to see your full of shit
When you spit it sounds just like a hand in an armpit
Don't need a drill bit to see you inhale plastic
Chasing something that you ain't, I can't have it

Like you fell in a cave and goin bat shit, crazy
All that I'm saying's got lost in transit, vaguely
But none of it phased me, cause I'm plainly amazing as Hawaiian song on ukulele