INTRO Kill the pilot, I’ma kill the pilot… I’m-I’m-I’m-I’ma kill the pilot Open fire, O-O-Open Fire
VERSE 1 When I get up in the place they know I’m a Pilot Kid, Cuz I’m a beast on the mic. And when I peace for the night, MC’s just might be dead. I'lI leave you hangin’ like a 7th… And if my suspended reference is keepin you guessing, here’s a free lesson:
Oh no, what flow, what a showboat, So dope and so openly homo, Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a minute— hold the phone, bro. Lemme introduce myself, my name is J. Spittin’ like a cobra do, now hold up dude, I’m gonna prove that honkeys do have potential. I’m white, don’t get my tone confused.
Pass me a microphone to use and a little bit of that Avion to abuse, Flow lava like molten goo but I still chill hard like frozen foods Exposin’ you to a totally new version of what you were told was cool. It’s a chosen few that exhibit a difference, you can hear in the lyrics when spoken to you
I’m a menace with a pen, it’s pretty sick how I invent it. Detrimental with a pencil and I'ma stick to my incentive-- Derek’s dangerous with a paint brush, so don’t play us or you could end up in the cemetery. If fire’s forced to fight fire and this i know for sure, I’ll fucking go to WAR
CHORUS I’m taking it on Every breath we waste brings us closer to the fall And so it goes… Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohh Open Fire! Kill The Pilot!
Verse 2 And I’m right back in it, though. Flow cold, man, I write raps in a boat in the winter snow and I forgot to have dinner so I’m thinking I just might pack a light snack and a Coke. "What?" It’s like that if you didn’t know. Tryna live present with a nice bag and a bow, but without a price tag in my scope of vision I feel like I might snap-- despite that visual.
Me and Donrique at this party and they got PK and it’s on replay… This is starting to get real. Weird.
Ok forget what I said, I’m ‘bout to flip on these bastards I’m ‘bout to find me a bitch and straight up get rich off of rapping I’m ‘bout to buy me a studio, put that shit in Manhattan Then buy my dad a Mercedes, like “Dad, this shit really happened!”
Nothing in the whole world’s set in stone You got a plan for the future? Homie, let it go. They wanna see you on the ground, get you begging so loud, you can’t even hear the sound of the weapons. So fuck everybody I wanna see inequality. Logic in the majority. Follow me, I don’t wanna deem policy a priority. Sorry, there’s no apologies here
CHORUS I’m taking it on Every breath we waste brings us closer to the fall And so it goes… Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohh Open Fire! Kill The Pilot!
BRIDGE (do-do-da-da)
I must have missed the Train of Thought, I think I wound up on the Plane of Contemplation. The Automobile of Fear drove me away, I’m lost. I’m not here, I could walk away from it all. I thought I was going on vacation? The palm trees are all kind of oddly shaped, but I’m not taking “no” for an answer, though— So if you should say “no”, it is just a statement.
(Guitar Breakdown)
Kill the pilot! I'ma kill the pilot!
CHORUS I’m taking it on Every breath we waste brings us closer to the fall And so it goes… Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohh Open Fire! Kill The Pilot!
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohh Open Fire! Kill The Pilot!