Trees from SQUAD by Mode 7

I can launch rhymes like missiles, no rest
Man conjure lines, spit 'em straight from the chest
Catch you in my sights, hope you brought a vest
Going nuclear from the desert to the forest
Fly by quick in a rush, leave you in the dust
Leaving targets crushed, perfect score, you can trust
Tried to leave me out to rust, now private jets a must
Got my own airline, and you still ride the bus

Think you wanna step to me
Trigger finger blistering
You don't know a thing
Can't see the forest for the trees

Me and my squadron, go hard far too often
All for them profits, enemies we offin
We be hired guns, and you just bought a coffin
Always on the run, always out to offend
Sensibilities, with my versatility
No scuffs, perfect health, nobody can touch me
Try to step to me, land, air, or open sea
Droppin fakes and frauds, like I'm sellin NFTs

Think you wanna step to me
Trigger finger blistering
You don't know a thing
Can't see the forest for the trees

Tip the scales when my album on sale
Put you under spells when I tell my tales
Blunt so big it can't fail
Smoking so much got the sky filled with chemtrails
Like UFOs, glide by, but you can't describe
You knows I'm the best when I fly high, why would I lie
Only one life, no disguise, no retries
If you want to see the best, keep your eyes on the skies

• Rock
• chiptune
• electronic
• hip hop
• rap
• synth
• Los Angeles