Typhoon
Who are you
One of the gung-ho guns
Are you one of the Gatos men
I suppose that's one way of looking at it
I'm the second gung-ho gun
I'm known as Dominique the Cyclops
Is this your doing
That's right
I hear they took out some of the trash
They just use people in order to buy their own property
Pause, wait, stop, I need a break
Bars, don't stop, that's my mistake
Author to a story, so I'll just consultate
Searching for some glory, so I'll just raise the stakes
Patterns part the path and presents a master race
Not the master race, but you get it anyway
My flow's not the same, spark a bone and let's debate
There's a ton of different ways for us to stack a cake
Early birds get the version of the worm that was running late
Eat till they full, burning carbs, looking up at space
Feel the hunger in the mind that can't be filled with hate
Give my all to the father, Odinson be the name
Feel no fear, hear the thunder, now my opps are slain
Feel it in your spirit, even without the fame
Commit to yourself like marriage, it's better without a ring
A.M.P. be the name
It's too easy to give up on yourself
It's too easy to never ask for help
It's too easy to never touch some wealth
It's too easy to give up on yourself
It's too easy to never ask for help
It's too easy to never touch some wealth
I got a question for you
What do you believe in heaven or hell
What goes up, must come down
You gotta find your way around
What do you believe in heaven or hell
What goes up, what goes up must come down
You gotta find your way around
Twelve labors of life, Herculean in might
Thought the stage was my power, took it with me through strife
Plot the heist of a tower, walked up all twelve flights
What a sight, now I believe my powers to write
What is it like to leave behind what you thought was right
What is it like to see beyond a struggle's advice
What is it like to know a God who's never in sight
Many questions to life, left for you to decide
I'm odd like mathematics, on top like bad fractions
I can't stand it who talks first but lacks answers
This is an anthem for researchers who need purpose
So repurpose my words so you can keep focused
White lotus, peace, love to earth soldiers
I'm a sag, I keep going for unspoken reasons
Change of season, shock all you heathens
On this evening, flip the script
Morrow's we seeking, I'm gone
Had I been so inclined, I could have killed you at least three times
It would seem that you enjoy dropping in on people just to stir them up
That's right. I merely took out some of the trash
They just use people in order to line their own pockets
Call it a spring cleaning of sorts
Well, does that make you feel any better
You killed them
Even though they did terrible things, the decision of who should and should not live was never and never will be yours to make
One of the gung-ho guns
Are you one of the Gatos men
I suppose that's one way of looking at it
I'm the second gung-ho gun
I'm known as Dominique the Cyclops
Is this your doing
That's right
I hear they took out some of the trash
They just use people in order to buy their own property
Pause, wait, stop, I need a break
Bars, don't stop, that's my mistake
Author to a story, so I'll just consultate
Searching for some glory, so I'll just raise the stakes
Patterns part the path and presents a master race
Not the master race, but you get it anyway
My flow's not the same, spark a bone and let's debate
There's a ton of different ways for us to stack a cake
Early birds get the version of the worm that was running late
Eat till they full, burning carbs, looking up at space
Feel the hunger in the mind that can't be filled with hate
Give my all to the father, Odinson be the name
Feel no fear, hear the thunder, now my opps are slain
Feel it in your spirit, even without the fame
Commit to yourself like marriage, it's better without a ring
A.M.P. be the name
It's too easy to give up on yourself
It's too easy to never ask for help
It's too easy to never touch some wealth
It's too easy to give up on yourself
It's too easy to never ask for help
It's too easy to never touch some wealth
I got a question for you
What do you believe in heaven or hell
What goes up, must come down
You gotta find your way around
What do you believe in heaven or hell
What goes up, what goes up must come down
You gotta find your way around
Twelve labors of life, Herculean in might
Thought the stage was my power, took it with me through strife
Plot the heist of a tower, walked up all twelve flights
What a sight, now I believe my powers to write
What is it like to leave behind what you thought was right
What is it like to see beyond a struggle's advice
What is it like to know a God who's never in sight
Many questions to life, left for you to decide
I'm odd like mathematics, on top like bad fractions
I can't stand it who talks first but lacks answers
This is an anthem for researchers who need purpose
So repurpose my words so you can keep focused
White lotus, peace, love to earth soldiers
I'm a sag, I keep going for unspoken reasons
Change of season, shock all you heathens
On this evening, flip the script
Morrow's we seeking, I'm gone
Had I been so inclined, I could have killed you at least three times
It would seem that you enjoy dropping in on people just to stir them up
That's right. I merely took out some of the trash
They just use people in order to line their own pockets
Call it a spring cleaning of sorts
Well, does that make you feel any better
You killed them
Even though they did terrible things, the decision of who should and should not live was never and never will be yours to make
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Writer(s): Jerrell Smith
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