B-Town Burn Notice

{ominous low brass hits} {sharp mechanical hi-hat stutter} (ha,

yeah,

check the mic) {heavy distorted synth bass swelling}

You talk big but your moves are so weak

Mari on the track and you cannot even speak

Landon in the back looking lost in the crowd

Brayden run away when the bass gets too loud (yeah,

run away) {rapid trap hi-hat triplets} Fake friends calling themselves the kings

But you b-class rappers can't do anything

Mari, Landon, Brayden, nothing but some fakes Watch how fast your little

empire breaks

{heavy brass stabs} {maximum bass saturation} Landon bought his views and we

all know the truth

Brayden crying tears in the back of the booth

Mari writing lines that he took from the web

Now you're drowned out in the undertow ebb (hahaha,

exposing you) {snare rolls building} {drums drop out} {ambient dark pad} You

had your chance

to step to the plate

But you folded under pressure,

sealed your own fate (for

real)

{distorted bass slowly filtering back in} Fake friends calling themselves the kings

But you b-class rappers can't do anything

Mari, Landon, Brayden, nothing but some fakes Watch how fast your little

empire breaks (broken down,

yeah)

{aggressive 808

pattern}

Yeah, class dismissed Don't call my name again

(never again) {music fades out on a long decaying

sub bass note}