Platform

The platform, watch the stormtroopers swarm.
The Death Star's more than the devilish dawn.
It's where Evil and The Force manifest their form.
It's no good without bad and no night without morn.
It's relativity, balance, stability.
It's creativity, talents, ability.

Rakka shift the modes of wizard and the warrior.
Hip hop up and move to strike like a cobra!
Gunbike is quick to be like "F* a rapper after what I'm after"
Friendly how you front, but behind me talking backwards.
Basically I'm down to build but stay ready for battle.
Plus most are goyim oh, uh, I mean cattle.

The catalyst of noobs, never rock the mic in vain.
Energy ain't created or destroyed, it's changed.
Gunbike will hit you with the Big Bang,
And theories that red shift couldn't explain.

Hey yo, Gunbike takes respect to perfect the art form,
At times a battleground where rappers get their hearts torn.
Cuz when I step off, then step back on,
Son you'll never catch me preaching what I'm not practicing.
World War II(2), Gunbike would of been the illest,
I know my hunger's real, I still get nauseous at shows.

My motto, I didn't write this but this I quote:
"It ain't where you put your words, it's where you don't"
End quote, and with this in mind
I bring flows more rare than Gunbike taking blows.
I never got killed, or frozen fifteen seconds back,
We can go rhyme for rhyme, line for line, or track for track.

And after that, the clan will react,
To the future, Gunbike makes a comeback.
2009 was confusing no doubt,
You'll catch my story of my game on VH1 Where Are They Now?
Tough for me, I'll be sixty in my prime,
Still making science and theories and dropping rhymes on time.

Hey, I've seen apathy, met love and know hate.
I get heavy on the mic, can you handle my flows?
Either you learn to adapt or you're sealing your fate,
Only brave when you more dusted, than I make disintegrate.
Between you and I, I'll tell you, here's the difference.
Arrow to your chest, point blank, your dismissed.