Dangerous: #2

 Dangerous #2:

Among the Aristocratic Quarters.

Broke down those brick walls.

Let’s get wild, into the wild.

Make’em crawl like dogs.

That’s what we know.

Did you know?

It’ll be from top down.

A repeat of the Roman Empire.

Full-time hustler, aka cloak and dagger.

In the event of trouble, we retaliate. 

 We’ll hit’em where it hurts.

It ain’t gonna be sweet.

We don’t play by the book.

No surrender, no retreat.

No downside ballad in this battle.

So let’s flip it on a 6 am impulse.

Until it goes down in the Library of Congress. 

Like the Divinity Original Sin. 

This gun is pointed at your head.

Give us Jack Daniel's Tennessee whiskey.

Another round for everyone.

This is the hour, let it roll down your throat.

With the kick of a zebra, roll call.

And observe their reaction.

Back on the path with the pack of wolves.

Don’t you want a street fight?

It would be worse than President Trump.

Deploying troops in combat against American citizens.

With full executive immunity.

High altitude maneuver.

A reflection from the past.

Gaslight, since labels come and go.

They are too scared to fade us.

We call out, and don’t f**k around.

The game is on; this is what the jungle provides.

We’ll send them back in body bags.

'Cause we got the devil praying.

Since we’ve got skin in the game.

So don’t look back.

You might get smacked!

Ain’t no way around it.

We fight until the clock stops.

And they say our names.

What’s our name?!

It’s about to go down.

Don’t say it ain’t so.

You don’t know what we know!

Will bring the pain!

You can’t stop the rain.

Ready or not?

Here we go to the top.

We never back down.

That’s why we’re the ones wearing the crown.

You’re about to drop against the walls.

  

Author's Note

Gaslight, since labels come and go,