[Avian]
Here we have a delusional Thomas, spouting illusions
About demonic dreams, screams at night as he muses
Through things like murder, but my Thomas is a sly
Killer, no filler, no dealer with fake ass people
Reap souls as he has sex with bitches, mess with
Snitches, like pistols loaded on hip, fire clips
Never miss, aim for the head, lames full of dread
Maim the innocent for his own benefit, no real
Care if a woman or a kid get in the way, stay still
Not givin’ a god damn fuck, he ain’t no monk, why
Should he? Fly like an avian, carrying birds, slang
Flocks, more dope than a herd could do, murder you
Lurking through dark alleys, imagine marking valleys
Using huge waves of flames, bring the heat of the street
On the heels of his feet, raps elite, ain’t gonna buy no
Games, yo man, lemme intoduce to you, mister sly came

[Tommy]
Woah mack, you just a voice in my head, what exactly
Are you doing talking to them so lax like-ly about me?
Ain’t no one’s business what I be up to, when I re-up
Skeet on a slut, or even when I’m just hittin’ the blunt
I swear you tryin’ to get all these people killed, real talk
I don’t play on that whack ass personal shit, chalk
Lines is how you’ll end up, I keep mines on snow, been
Low layin’, the cops are always out to get us, arrest
A cuz only cause he was minding his own biz getting
Buzzed, so just keep your mouths shut, and you won’t
End up on the wrong side of a muzzle, get cut, or worse
Be the source of the next major headline, your deadline
Isn’t far away, now I’m about to roll, peace b, love, me