Yall know me, imma vanguard og Traverlers been low key. Chased eons by all that darkness Till the ghost came and found me. no motes, no keys, no sparrow, no light, no gallies Found me, so I can wield the light For protection And forge new boundaries. I found a chest, and its all full of crap, to go in my vault full of crap. Rahool takes all the engrams and hang them around like trophies, yall gonna take the moon freeze Cro please You better bow down on both knees. Who you think taught you that Bridge cheese Who you think made mid stratagy Done so easily. Like atheon in the vog. Scolas from the poe. From that group that said mother -blam!- that Hoe queen. Gave you a bunch of gear to Rock when youre out patrolling tha hood But when your light level is just a lil to low whos the kell they tell you to go see. Guardians listen up closly. All yall talking about raid drops Or how the orbs pop Yall are the reason skolas had been getting no sleep. So -blam!- yall , All of yall. Patrol the dreadnought Blow me. Yall ganna keep messing around and bungie gonna buff me back to the old me. Now a days, everybody wanna talk like they got nothing to raid, But nothing ever drops on oryx ship. Just a bunch of blue shit. And mother fu@kers act like they forgot about Skolas! (They forgot about dre: dre and em.)