Road Warriors

I spit fire when I jump in the booth
 Straight arsonist, I'm highly marketed to the underground, it's targeted
 Rhymes get better with time, I put my heart in it
 Don't swine when I dine but this microphone I'm hogging it
 Twenty-two days on the road, lifestyle out of control
 Like a baker I'm getting this dough
 Another country, another ho, more drama
 In the hotel killing that bush like Osama
 Punch and the Snowgoons, we keep the crowd moving
 The hottest, we not losing, we don't give a bumsen
 Choosing to be the Scheiße, we all riding
 Your rap career the reason the rap game's dying
 Don't knock brothers, we hustle with block huggers
 My niggas coming for that head like a cocksucker
 All wack ass rappers we straight riding
 Go against the Road Warriors and you're dying
 Burn the rubber, let no man put us under
 Through the lightning and the thunder, the next world wonder
 We hotter than the summer and bold enough to smoulder you
 We the Road Warriors, the Road Warriors
 We burn the rubber, let no man put us under
 Through the lightning and the thunder, the next world wonder
 We hotter than the summer and bold enough to smoulder you
 We the Road Warriors, the Road Warriors
 Yo Sadat X, me and [?] connect
 The Goons and [?] balloons [?] come at your neck most direct
 A major problem that your department cannot correct
 You're sick as heck, the black David Berkowitz
 I roam the set, comb the stretch for known threats
 Uphold the rep, the chosen vets compose a sketch for swollen cheques yes
 [?] sit inside a folder on my desk
 So you best, the pony express [?]
 It's wordless so each word is curved liked an S
 Get strangled till your last word float off your last breath
 You're lower than earthworms come out of dead flesh
 At the venue extra fresh on the [?] signing breasts
 Every ghetto, every city, every borough, every hood
 It's all just unwritten, everybody understood
 And think you're sweet if you can like Little Engine That Could
 Hit the road and flood the engine Warriors hey yo what's good
 Splash fest, splash on her chest, stain up her yes
 The cowboy range is the world
 Get drunk, see [?]
 Mom you not safe, [?] said I just [?]
 One to the nozzle, cash rule everything around me
 Dude wanna pound me [?]
 I drink off the vine man, might stay in the Rhineland
 With Ana and Gretta, she touched me, I let her
 Many moves, Snowgoons, snobodies, you're all funny moneys
 To bills with George face, see the Benz [?] same in the sky
 The apple of my mama eye, I get high [?]
 Of course Atlanta gonna burn, I holla and she don't say a word
 Play the odds, how the fuck you gonna play the gods?
 Understand the cowboy rides alone
 You get hit with the stone, fuck that you gonna bury your own