Burn - Thavius Beck

Death Master

All the way from France

Make them motherfuckers burn

This ain’t no quiet riot

Cars overturned

Big barrels burn

Apparel is ripped by the laws iron grip

Bodies get dragged through the streets and shit

Even thick skin gets split

Repeatedly receiving billy club hits

But its not that great when tables turn

Hollow points penetrate through vests and

Molotov cocktails fail to yield at the sight of a plastic shield

Carried by a swarm of uniformed enforcements being sent to the field

As tensions build and sides collide

Some choke on smoke but never on pride

Its worn like a badge of honor

The heat on the streets like a thousand saunas

So some perspirate

Some suffocate

While some jump over gates

And take what they feel theyre entitled to

And might fuck up a couple rivals, too

But when faced with survival few let life leave easily

The scenarios played out repeatedly

So the burial rates are increasing, see?

Diametrically opposed foes can’t remain composed when theyre left

Contained

By a link of events in a chain

That maintain an imbalance of pain

Cause soon calm seas will begin to boil

Skin feels like its been wrapped in aluminum foil

Walking on burning embers

Like two-hundred-and-twelve degrees in December

As the pours secrete their salty substance

The carnivores eagerly seek their sustenance

To avenge personal injustices

And because of this

The percussive beat of the daily beatings

Preceding the neighborhood town hall meetings

Become the soundtrack for those held down and back

Red, brown, and black

And all the others included

Though to a lesser extent

Pressure builds and escapes through vents

Creating cracks in the armor of dueling gents

So flesh is exposed and vulnerable

With eventual death an inevitable conclusion

To initial bruising

Until then

Flames will course through veins and

BURN

We don’t need no water let that motherfucker burn…