Fight Back
We live, we live, we live
We live out our own things
Doing things on our own man
We dying to live and living to die
This dream might have been theirs but couldn't be ours
Damn
Extrapolated
It's, uh, so related
Find your paroxysm in life
To elevate it
Them rhymes alphabetical
Somehow incredible
Eat them like an edible
I'm uncomeatable
Come I'm undefeatable
Unbeatable
I feast on beats
Yeah
I'm beast of all beasts
Damn if rap was food I'd be obese
Jeez
In fact the mood is keep the cheese
Now keep it sleez
I might rise the pressure in your arteries
Pardon me
But possibly a part of me
Really wants to win the lottery
And a part of me wanna see you be in autophagy
Eat yourself away till you don't suffer G
While you in peace
I'm dropping these
Here's my last release
The masterpiece
And that's enough from me, please
Don't go down on em knees
Feel the heat
Er nesto and Alis
More than a thousand degrees kid
A boiler room on full speed on everything
(Shit)
She's all in with the king but for you is all ice
Oh please don't cry
All eyes on us while you freeze
So nice
More night, more sky, get high
(Get high)
It ain't Solaris but we shine bright
Go blind
The suns rise and the sea goes wild
We bring daylight
Go fight, bite, die
The beauty and the beast go kill a snitch with alibi
Bye bye
We dig a ditch at the same time
Beat from L-Street
Sweet, thick, deep, tight
Sick lines
Watch for the shit if you see flies
Wait for the lies
I was born ready to die
Burn the track and the HiFi
Don't call me dady be bright, call me about an afterparty tonight
We live hard times
FIGHT BACK FIGHT BACK
I just defeat all
Obstacle that seem impossible
On top of all I give up my rhymes like files in piles
It swings it flies
Then I recite em like the holy Bible
For real
I don't know but I think that's why they callin me their idole
My raps are like a bunch of twisted hoes
That rip them cloths
Now listen close
The lyrics flows
So look at this and those and watch the illest show
Cause we the rhythm pros
The sickest mo's
Yeah the sickest mo's
I don't have to fake the news
I choose to break the rules
Not to get the views
So I control this track to distract
With more than a trick in my bag
I got to take it
I'm bout to counterattack
Yo I got some in the sac
Alis Allice that's me
I'm Alis Mar sac
I'm absolute like vodka
Except absolutely stronger
You wishing you be just like me
That nothing could have ever stopped you
But nah
Pussy cat that's not you
I'm always looking for more
I'm never done
Never enough
The artificial glow cannot switch off the stars
High speed feet start to dance
BAM
Another snap defeat like Vietnam
God Damn
In IC on morphine half numb
They think they foresee but just dream my knockout
You're not a big fish
Wanna mention me, bitch?
Please
Smells like dick in that pit
Better clean up your mouth
What goes around comes around
Now it's time to face the hunger of the beast coming from deep underground
No need no whereabouts
For the good or for the bad
When shit hits the fan I'm always in town
What's going on?
Watch out!
I can't slow the fuck down
Hands up for Motown
No idea what I'm talking about?
I paid no ticket for the circus I don't know why the clowns
FIGHT BACK FIGHT BACK
We live out our own things
Doing things on our own man
We dying to live and living to die
This dream might have been theirs but couldn't be ours
Damn
Extrapolated
It's, uh, so related
Find your paroxysm in life
To elevate it
Them rhymes alphabetical
Somehow incredible
Eat them like an edible
I'm uncomeatable
Come I'm undefeatable
Unbeatable
I feast on beats
Yeah
I'm beast of all beasts
Damn if rap was food I'd be obese
Jeez
In fact the mood is keep the cheese
Now keep it sleez
I might rise the pressure in your arteries
Pardon me
But possibly a part of me
Really wants to win the lottery
And a part of me wanna see you be in autophagy
Eat yourself away till you don't suffer G
While you in peace
I'm dropping these
Here's my last release
The masterpiece
And that's enough from me, please
Don't go down on em knees
Feel the heat
Er nesto and Alis
More than a thousand degrees kid
A boiler room on full speed on everything
(Shit)
She's all in with the king but for you is all ice
Oh please don't cry
All eyes on us while you freeze
So nice
More night, more sky, get high
(Get high)
It ain't Solaris but we shine bright
Go blind
The suns rise and the sea goes wild
We bring daylight
Go fight, bite, die
The beauty and the beast go kill a snitch with alibi
Bye bye
We dig a ditch at the same time
Beat from L-Street
Sweet, thick, deep, tight
Sick lines
Watch for the shit if you see flies
Wait for the lies
I was born ready to die
Burn the track and the HiFi
Don't call me dady be bright, call me about an afterparty tonight
We live hard times
FIGHT BACK FIGHT BACK
I just defeat all
Obstacle that seem impossible
On top of all I give up my rhymes like files in piles
It swings it flies
Then I recite em like the holy Bible
For real
I don't know but I think that's why they callin me their idole
My raps are like a bunch of twisted hoes
That rip them cloths
Now listen close
The lyrics flows
So look at this and those and watch the illest show
Cause we the rhythm pros
The sickest mo's
Yeah the sickest mo's
I don't have to fake the news
I choose to break the rules
Not to get the views
So I control this track to distract
With more than a trick in my bag
I got to take it
I'm bout to counterattack
Yo I got some in the sac
Alis Allice that's me
I'm Alis Mar sac
I'm absolute like vodka
Except absolutely stronger
You wishing you be just like me
That nothing could have ever stopped you
But nah
Pussy cat that's not you
I'm always looking for more
I'm never done
Never enough
The artificial glow cannot switch off the stars
High speed feet start to dance
BAM
Another snap defeat like Vietnam
God Damn
In IC on morphine half numb
They think they foresee but just dream my knockout
You're not a big fish
Wanna mention me, bitch?
Please
Smells like dick in that pit
Better clean up your mouth
What goes around comes around
Now it's time to face the hunger of the beast coming from deep underground
No need no whereabouts
For the good or for the bad
When shit hits the fan I'm always in town
What's going on?
Watch out!
I can't slow the fuck down
Hands up for Motown
No idea what I'm talking about?
I paid no ticket for the circus I don't know why the clowns
FIGHT BACK FIGHT BACK
Credits
Writer(s): Ruben Martin
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