To Whom It May Concern (Explicit)

Shhh

Quiet on the set

A giant's on the set

I burn ya snakes up out the grass

Fire on ya set

I yearn to take a higher path

I ain't on it yet

I'm flying over that for the cash

I am Boba Fett

Meanwhile cowards are dying to overstep us

Raise the heat at sundown to ya solar plexus

And knock the wind up out ya sails

Ya been about to fail

Whenever I apply pressure

Feeling out the braille

You can't see it

It's in front of ya face

Like Saint Peter

Playing me

I'll send you up to them gates

So pray for 'em

For getting provocative with ya betters

**** around

And kill ya self in an effort to live forever

It's sad

What they do for the bag

I'm getting back to the roots

Introducing these rappers to the truth like

Life lessons are earned

They never learned

Might set up ya urn

And let 'em burn

I'm pursuing the work to stay flaming

(Pause)

I be doing the worst to maintain it

All cause I'm human

It hurts when thangs changing

Ah yeah to whom it concerns the name's Daemon