halo 3
A man can't step where demands not met
Either cash your cheque or invest in the zone
1-6 is what we call home
Boba Fett how they came with the clones
Run the red and only then are we prone
To check the self out the place you know
I'm eclectic, checking methods
Less detection, more progression
Setting tone
Set alight like I swiped your ting off your phone
I'll close my eyes when you lift up your own
You know not the prize, you're sitting below
You live in your prime, your ribs take a blow
You put that aside, then take up the notes
So that the next time you think you're alone
You're not
At times I've spoke like a broken clock
I'm right, twice
Making a movement
Multiple choice, the way that we're choosing
The way to see
I'm on the way from A to B
Like the missions of halo 3
One day I might break bread for free
But until then it'll take a fee
Believe
Ain't gonna miss that moment
Ain't gonna miss, they're hoping
Taken a list of omens
As ways to predict the motion
My guy, I call him the arbiter
The rest have been calling me Chief
But my name has never been John
And yet, it's all up to me
Stepped out the box, no custody
They're not on top, must be underneath
They never came with a recipe
Letting them cook, a catastrophe
The man I examine, before interaction
I'll never know why they've been testing me
All of this talk and yet nothing was said
You cannot address me as enemy
You cannot address me, you're lacking a home
Surrounded by people not backing the growth
They're happy to keep you in lack and it shows
You know?
Either cash your cheque or invest in the zone
1-6 is what we call home
Boba Fett how they came with the clones
Run the red and only then are we prone
To check the self out the place you know
I'm eclectic, checking methods
Less detection, more progression
Setting tone
Set alight like I swiped your ting off your phone
I'll close my eyes when you lift up your own
You know not the prize, you're sitting below
You live in your prime, your ribs take a blow
You put that aside, then take up the notes
So that the next time you think you're alone
You're not
At times I've spoke like a broken clock
I'm right, twice
Making a movement
Multiple choice, the way that we're choosing
The way to see
I'm on the way from A to B
Like the missions of halo 3
One day I might break bread for free
But until then it'll take a fee
Believe
Ain't gonna miss that moment
Ain't gonna miss, they're hoping
Taken a list of omens
As ways to predict the motion
My guy, I call him the arbiter
The rest have been calling me Chief
But my name has never been John
And yet, it's all up to me
Stepped out the box, no custody
They're not on top, must be underneath
They never came with a recipe
Letting them cook, a catastrophe
The man I examine, before interaction
I'll never know why they've been testing me
All of this talk and yet nothing was said
You cannot address me as enemy
You cannot address me, you're lacking a home
Surrounded by people not backing the growth
They're happy to keep you in lack and it shows
You know?
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Writer(s): Brandon Stone, Brandon Nembhard
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