Villainy:
Yo it's that Rooftop Rascal
Assassin at your castle
Armed with a dagger, and three fat capsules
Foes in the shadows, mambas with no rattles
I gotta duck and dodge bows aiming at my apple
I'm out though, never looking back on the sirens
Wilin out in silence, mind on ultraviolence
I snap a neck like the wu-dang, bard with the true song, hard with no shoes on
Fools longin' for that real shit. Feel it in their pineal, these other kids remedial
Brother, yo, you thought you got the best of me?
Flow ecstacy - cuts like the Green Destiny
Arrest the jester? Hah. All you do is pester moi
Catch you in your nest, yo I attest I'm gonna getcha brah
So suit up if you're ready
Bastard with the blaster, cocked, locked and steady

Rooftop Rascal [Long Intro]

Lost Girls

Villainy:
Fight a fat aristocrat, with a fist of cash 
When I ain't got no fish to catch, wish he'd kiss my ass,
I risk the path of Casanova Frankenstein 
Everytime I do some fucked up shit with the bank in mind...
I got evil by its roots
Flip the fuckin' tree now the whole crew's buyin' boots
So pass the ammunition, garrison your troops
 I'm in cahoots with dudes tearin' into loops
They stare defeat in the eye 
Time flies, until the fine wine dries...
And deep burns teach mean lessons
Buried in the wreckage, with a Smith & Wesson
An insurrection at the intersection
Inner city kids flexin' 
Every man trained to finger weapons
But none of them linger on the questions
We're all heroes when the present redefines the legends...
 And we're all heroes when the present redefines the legend s...
And we're all heroes when the present redefines the legend s...
And we're all heroes when the present redefines the legends...
And we're all heroes when the present redefines the legends...
And we're all heroes when the present redefines the legends...
And we're all heroes when the present redefines the legends...

Garrison Your Troops

Garrison Your Troops [Instrumental]

Got Me On This One

Pink Crystal Zone

Rooftop Rascal [NEW VERSION]

Don Jon:
Hello. My name is Lars.
Remember from when you blew up the Death Star?
Huh. Last night I heard about some rebels
Livin' up in space, stirrin' up some trouble
Now as I rise up from the rubble
Got a story for them haters, gonna tell it on the double
Fuck.
I joined up to kill some traitors
Now we're the invaders, man, fuck Lord Vader
This ain't some Sunday school charter
The son and the father, persona non grata
Shit, that motherfucker's gone delirious
"Luke, I'm your father" What, are you serious?
But all that's about to change, when you got 60 X-Wings comin' in range
Here we are with our defenses
We leave our fate to a pilot in the trenches

Scum:
The alert siren sounds...
And my wheels scrape the ground as confusion abounds
Sensory overload takes control of the motherboards
Maybe salvation lies just beyond the next corridor
Suddenly... my existence is meaningless
And my quad-core processor is totally feelingless
Might as well be a Roomba
No more a threat, and just as dead as a Goomba
Scurrying above the bottomless pit
Praying for a quick and painless end to this shit
Powerless to stop the oncoming destruction
But cowardice is useless in the face of corruption

Villainy:
I'm faced with the emptiness of fate
Cold space battles my faith in the State
Imperial saints and empirical claims of strength in battle
Ready, steady, aim. We rattle chests
The best equipped in the galaxy
Storms abound, we found counsel in the fallacies
No palace, this be a fortress in the sky
Wonderin' why all these people had to die
Rewind back to when we first arrived
We got no wives, no lives outside of training
We wax and wane, and the clone slaves embracing their lives
Without realizing they're gonna die


The Battle of Yavin IV (Feat. Don Jon) [Demo]

Scum:
Psychotropic substances pumped straight up the bloodstream
As kaleidoscopic lights come to life like a cut scene
But I can't look away
Eyes focused, but glazed
Stare tearing through the deep, and ever-spiraling haze
A maze, created only by a mind that's sedated
Intricately etched into the sky, but faded
Trailing faces blink in and out of spaces elated
Two eyes closed tight, but the third?
Dilated.

Villainy:
Rippin' hash, sippin' Pabst like a college-age sage
Layin' waste to the sophistry that dominates the stage
Flyin' outta the worm hole, and into the circle
Preachin' truth in between puffs of that purple
The stuff of legends
Old gods to the Seven
Omniscience, omnipotence, rippin' shit in the heavens
Smokin' on that psycha like a vanilla caterpillar
Dare to look me in the eye, and I'll turn y'all to salt pillars


Dioxis [Demo]

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