REEEMIIIIXXXX
It's R.Y.O going up with another hard flow,
Shavin mane off da back of Asmodian hoes.
Dragoons roll strong, throwing down real hard bows,
Get the hell out our way or get a bloody nose.
Don't be jealous we got all the shiny stuff,
The sun, the bling, light, it shines on Elysea.
Sorry Asmodae broke off, ya we miss ya.
If ya had back over we will kill ya then diss ya.
Like the sun we Rise, bake our wing in the light,
We jump off the ledge and spread like a kite.
Glide on our pray and pounce them like Dragoons,
Our power feel like spears and your body consumes.
The fear, the power, the damage,
We are the Rising Dragoons!
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