Lyrics Retcon - Dylan Andre

First allow me to speak quiet the room sit down in your seats
I got a message that I want to preach some lessons that I got to teach
Before I begin I just want to warn you
I'm not like the artists that you see before you
There's rules I refuse to conform to
Just because you listen don't mean I'll reward you
We all got a past do you got what it takes
To dump out the gas and laugh at the blaze
Slaughter your memories and trash your mistakes
And slash out the acid that lasts in your veins
Pick up the hatchet and hack through the maze
Dressed in all black like you're back in the day
On the attack now you're back in a way
That got all of the demons all backing away
You'll see the anger you'll see the pain
But ain't going to know about the blood in the rain
Until I get done with this record
No checkers the rooks coming straight for the king
You'll see the singer you'll see the rapper
You won't see nothing but graves in the pasture
Erasing my past like a natural disaster hey
Batten the hatches it's time for the rapture

A little bit of time and I'll make it on my own
A little bit of time and I'm taking up the throne
Taking my chances making demands
I'm going to show them all in time I'm the man
Murder weapon with the pen no prints like
Change the color of the rain like Prince like
Got NF vibes?
Tell me something that I haven't heard don't worry I'll wait
Waiting patiently for the name drop
They don't want to push the button that will make the game stop
I'm kind of like Jordan
I'll retire two or three of them when I come back with the forty five
Yeah I'm back because there's more to die
I'm mean like Rick making Morty cry
Coming out the ocean when I stomp on your town
Leaving blood in the rain it's a gory sight
Murder anybody in the way
Taking aim find me in the dark room developing
Spit blood and bellow adrenaline when I get it in
Fire with it I'm eloquent when I murder in elegance
Leave a calling card with the evidence like woah
DA's handing the sentences like woah
Retcon everything you know about a man
At hand be the day of your reckoning

Stock to the cheek taking aim I got a right to be mad don't blame
If I get voted most hated
That clap back track I guarantee will be flames
Wendigo out for blood it's about time
If you get in my way you get outlined
Talking about rhymes you get outshine
I'm going to make you eat every syllable if you doubt mine
Shooting from the hip from the foul line
When I say jump jump you're going to tell me how high
Sweating out aggression I'm pressing you from the brow line
You're going to learn a thing about rhymes when it's chow time
This is outright murder in the first degree
Listen up now I'm giving you all a courtesy
A formal invite you all will be the first to see
The retcon buckle up for the murder spree