[RoQy]
What motivates a champion? Pain of abandonment/
Regardless what you think, I won’t be slain in front the cameraman/
Not take a loss in front the audience. Adamant. Option less/
Even if I fall, I’ll be back again/
Climbin up the wall like The Dark Knight/
The day I fall will be the culture’s BIG-gest loss since March 9th/
No ability in this industry to rest/
Like there’s no tomorrow, my motto is ‘Victory or Death’ Motherfucker !! /

[TyRaiD]
I’m considered a beast, you’re a primitive bitch/
I’ll take the belt from your hip, configure a leash, and throw it from a limb that extends from a tree/
Pull it where it pivots, it constricts as you lift from your feet/
Within a couple minutes, you’re limp and deceased/
Enter the coroner team/
Niggas wouldn’t “Trade Places” with you, if they were under Mortimer’s wing/
I’ll martyr you, so retract your statements or incur my wrath and hatred/
The equal halves of The Last Dragon and Patrick Bateman/
I’m the answer to wack rapper glamorization/
Raise the standards ‘til backpackin acts are the A List/
My very presence demands a standing ovation/
You’re an imitation brand, look up “stratification”/
You’re aspiring to box, ‘cuz uninspired is your art/
And if I buy it, I would fly into a diabetic shock/
Because you’re sweet, you ain’t a “beast”, nor is your team, okay?/
Only time that you messed with a circle of animals was a See-N-Say/
I brought the balance back, your spouse is on my phallic sack/
Bounced and left a puddle in your house like she was Alex Mack/
You ever challenge the throne/
I’ll be the worst thing to happen to you niggas since reality shows, fucker/
[Bane]
Yes..
The Fire Rises (x 8)

[RoQy]
Nothing’s changed, same hunger pangs from my younger days/
Still unafraid, I told you snuff me before I come of age/
One thing that did leave we’re drunken days/
I was an alcoholic, I killed more Mickey’s than Clubber Lang/
“To get a buzz, you need to dumb it down. It’s June, you need a summer sound/
If you expect the record pools to ever come around.”/
It’s only cool to mimic someone’s style if you’re their biggest Stan/
Or gig at a casino as a tribute band/
But I’ma stick to my job, whether explicit or raw/
Or for the children like McMillian-McGraw/
I flip bars like I raw dogged Dominique Dawes/
Your little “movement” is an obsolete cause, nobody gives a shit!!/

[Bane]
Yes..
The Fire Rises (x8)
Yes! I was wondering what would brake first!

[TyRaiD]Get Up RoQ. (x2)
[Bane] Your spirit?
[TyRaiD] Get up RoQ!
[Bane] Or your body?!
[TyRaiD] GET UP!!

[TyRaiD]
Could give a fuck how you cowards feel/
I hope you get abducted and cathered with a power drill/
You must be bored, go bridge jump without a bungee cord/
With luck, you’ll get discovered in some rubbish that was brushed ashore/
You Rap Nazis need a damn hobby/
More concerned about the word “swag”, when you reek of mediocrity, your tracks sloppy/
I’m in Manhattan cab-hopping/
Just to think, a couple years ago, nigga’s peddlin’ like my dad’s Joffrey/
I don’t respect your ass/
Insincere giving dap like, “let’s collab!” NEGATIVE!/
You’re a rectal rooter. My Asian chick is delectable/
I stabbed her yellow box like an Ecto Cooler/
I break backs like I walk around in Bane’s mask/
The most important person abandoned me, now my pain’s back/
This the reinvigoration ‘til my strength’s maxed/
RoQy TyRaiD’s BACK!/