<< LYRICS >>

KID SOLOMON:
First pick in the game, charmander
Late night grind tryna raise the standard
Putting in 10,000 hours at the dojo
Dragon-style for life, we got the mojo

You know me, Height average, build medium
Burn red hot, Fire-type, charmeleon
Frequent flier on the mic, never get the jitters,
Went from the runt of the litter to a heavy-hitter,

Now the kids all groan like a dad joke,
And you know I got it covered like a rain coat
Wu-tang flow so sick that's it's painful
Mix it up, mix it up like a coke float

Feeling so fresh prints like a snow day
Got ya boi jumping like a pump fake
Everything I own in a suitcase
Hair today, gone tomorrow like a toupee

This is martial lyricism mixed with the dark arts
Stand any closer and you're gonna be wearing some charred garb
You think the kid spit fire now and these bars hard?
Wait till I evolve like a mother****ing charizard

FRANTIC:
ha! maybe it's a joke
maybe it's lazy, the way that i emote
maybe it's a phrase, he's afraid that he mispoke
never for the praise, a display that he invoked

or maybe it's the truth and silence and the reason
The proof and the science, the defiance of the heathen
set loose with a violence undefined in every season
aloof with the violets, stunned to find he's still sleepin

but fishing’s swell at the wishing well
I christened myself and dismissed the crown
but the machine tells of a blistering sound
existing between a blush and frown

it won't be bound, pound the ground
unleash and feast on the smoking town
lope and growl, choke the howl
my trees three feet, brought a rope and trowel

hidden here is a chest with a fortune from which to wrest,
just ignore the shattered souls, broken hulls and the wrecks.
Maybe it’s a test, nothing more, nothing less,
Maybe this is purgatory: cursed or blessed

CHORUS
Off the edge of the map (Here be Dragons)
Throw away the map (Here be Dragons)
Too late to turn back (Here be Dragons)
Nothing but some fire-breathing heathens (Here be Dragons)

KID SOLOMON:
Not concerned with appearances, we got a trashy fashion
Our sole mission is to make shit happen,
So dope that it’s gauche, and we're never lacking in passion
This that wax on, wax off kinda action

The smouldering ruins of the city is my legacy
Reckless with the rhymes, spit vicious and unabashedly
Murder a verse and saunter away nonchalantly
Please do not at me, all these Chads, Karens and Chatty-Kathys

Still young, but they say I got an old soul
Working harder than an elf at the north pole
Uphill both ways like some old folks
Bust ass till we reach that goal post

Still working on the craft like Blair witch
Throw a few shots back like a small fish
Nothing but net when I shoot, that's a big swish
Crew so motley, looking like misfits

UH - Savage bars, they call me a barbarian
Dragon blood coursing through our veins: targaryen
Call me Drogon, Smaug, or Seeth the Scaleless;
Came to crush the castle cause the royalty has failed us

FRANTIC:
Worst of times I can still
Slur out my lines And they will
Spur on my mind No standstill
No landfill, Gold? Got a panful

cold? get a candle, sold by the handful
take my hand, follow me, shall we dance till
midnight’s bite? alright,
frying pans and fires, tap dancing on the handle

ha! still going, still here and still growing
nearly overflowing, veneer’s golden glowing
all self-taught, clearly I am showing
sincerely I am hoping the mirror will stop its gloating

unlikely in all truth, I was once called “weirdly confident”
wasn't sure how to respond to it: Despondent to here rockin it.
Guess I was once the opposite, sometimes I feel so fraudulent
if the inner you feels incompetent, at least try to be cognizant

strange to choose to have something to prove,
to make something new, to have something to lose
and how it grew, loose thoughts to stew
blue this up to a brand new hue

i could rhyme to a laughtrack, scratch that,
under a ladder giving daps to a black cat
always been a lil abstract, gas mask
so sick, need one of those ^ and a straus flask

CHORUS

KID SOLOMON:
Resistant to (1) magic, (2) fire, (3) bullshit and (4) trickery;
All you sword-and-board punks better keep your distance, step carefully.
I’ll roast a GOAT, put your carcass on a rotisserie.
Leave zero doubts in your mind about where the dragons be

Got a question for tha boi?? Best be asking it.
I'm not the source of the vibes, I'm just the catalyst
Tapping into the arcane flame and then we channel it
Party nearby? best believe we'll be crashing it.

Burn the whole place down like a smoke show
Still hunting for a bounty like Solo
Kessel run twelve parsecs with the cargo
We all know Han shot first, that's a low blow,

Vocab’s rich but I'm not fancy
still from the same old block like jenny
Slapdash, I don't fly first class,
So gauche, just put me in coach, im ready

Bitches wanna slay me, but I don’t give two shits
You wanna battle, boy? you better bring your oven mitts
Hoarding this treasure, plus our wingspans the largest
Your whole squad dead in one breath: Dracarys.

CHORUS