MALA (INTERLUDE)

Like the smoke from my gun, I get out with a twist and a turn
On the stage with the mic in my fist as I burn and I rage
Still I laugh in the face of my rival and the taste
And you know we got a race
Run from me, run from me
I cannot trust, baby like me corrupt
Man, they're trying to punch me

Internightmare, can I get me some sovereignty?
Two steps shorts of fulfilling the prophecy
Highly combustible, I don't dance
I could be a chemical or a kill switch
Gear shift, put the business and the bass together
You can call Ogahama, no babies
I can harvest the energy

Either way, they're using harness to raid me
But they been caught up on intimidation
But they chasing all the validation
Representation, population
On the run, still running from the spears, ah