Intro from Fenix by Fawkes

Yo

Let me introduce myself
Fawkes the Dreg, making 'em shell shocked
A haunting pace and I'm on today with
These bombs displayed it's taking them hell long

Get lost with that shit talk
It's all, so I'm ready for an album, right?
Hands of time clenched around my neck
And I'm pantomiming, pass the wire
I'm past the fire, you won't even hear me pacifier

You wanna hear me dumb out?
Go nuts now
And fuck 'round till the beat dies and all that's left is a stunned crowd?

Well get ready for that
Is your adrenaline amped?
I'll beat a guy sideways for
Selling me tracks that I can't
Ever get back when the wackness gets enveloped in that

Do you want one?
A pipe bomb with a nice clock
I've got for the time stop
I like watching the right cause

Like Guy Fawkes but I'm Fawkes and my gut Says I want to be fired off like
I been saving up for this
I been making up for this
I been angry, been hated, I been

But I'm here now, and I'm ready for it
Better than them, better than me
Getting ready to quit and I'm
Letting them see how incredible fits

When indelible speech gets delivered to this
And I'm wrecking the beat with intelligent writ
Just make sure you take more than you came for
When I show you just how I make songs
Yo

Down down down, to the ground, ground ground (x2)
Watch them fall now, beat going off now
See all the frauds getting caught while we all crowned
Bleeding in hearts 'cause the charge makes 'em stop now

Reading your palm, with the bars that I cause and I'm partly a god
if you want me to stop just drop and we're all down

I can't be popped, it's a rancid option
I'm past any aid like Magic Johnson
But I'll give you the scoop like Baskin Robbins
And then snack on chocolate like Randy Watson

Or Action Bronson, damn that's haunting
traffic blocks, diplomatic problems
Got my pad on lock with a rap on lock
Even Travis Scott couldn't match my talking

Curve 'em with a neat gaze, I'm working
For the clean pay but every time I get to rhyme
It's nervousness and restates
I start jerking like I'm Irwin with the sting rays

Naw, just kidding, I could kill this in one sitting
Intricate flow hitting, syllables so nifty
Listen it's no trick it's literally so simple
Drilling this home in you

Copy what the greats do and add a little spin to it
Imitate and innovate and rap until you're sick of it
And blast until you're, laugh until your
Stance is getting kicks and shit

So this is reign for those who didn't have a brain
To get this with, and let me reiterate
It's tempting to kick at fate but bet you can catch this fade
When I take you to dig your grave and get in it

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• underground
• underground hip hop
• underground rap
• Peoria