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Blaze
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Blaze was released on January 23, 2026 by Zivsick & Nolan Pilgrim as a part of the album Ambassador
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Release DateJanuary 23, 2026
LabelZivsick & Nolan Pilgrim
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM77

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Daniel Zivcic
Daniel Zivcic
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nolan Pilgrim
Nolan Pilgrim
Songwriter
Daniel Zivcic
Daniel Zivcic
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Daniel Zivcic
Daniel Zivcic
Producer

Lyrics

When you see me, best address me as the chancellor
Chasing bread like Hansel or something
I'm not an amateur
Young Cole Sprouse but I'm handsomer
Go back to your handlers
I'm up to scrap as long as my hands'll work
I laid the bait, but you don't wanna open that can of worms
Unless you treat me like I'm a fan of yours
We laugh at nerds
I don't even see any challengers
Like, who I'm attackin' first?
You talk like I ain't down to get bad or worse
Sunshine light up the rocks
I rock a solar piece
Price ain't change for my dogs
Like Arizona tea
Smoked a couple bowls of that potpourri
Ice cold eau for the cold release
Tryna blow some Os 'til I go to sleep
I stay where the motion be
You lay where the cobra sleep
I'm laying low and pray they don't notice me
My bare hands show ain't no pokin' me
Or so to speak
Ain't no honeycomb if you go to Z
Be sure to flee
Only part that ain't in my coat is the antlers
If I inspire you round the globe lower your standards
And if you're gonna gloat down the road get a good hand first
Cause most just instantly fold and got no manners
Going round say they grown ups, acting like Sandler
Most think they in Schindler's List they really Chandler
Listening like "This isn't it", don't download LANDR
Pierre criticizes all day but has no answers
Proud of our heritage?
Where is your mans?
You see how the shit panned out?
What was your plan?
Kush crumbs on my hands still equal a gram
Y'all figure shit out or I'm leaving this land
I'm feeling dread like a tourist in Jamaica
I've seen death, you don't wanna meet your maker
Weed breath, boutta roll another paper
Can we blaze up?
Can we blaze some?
I'm feeling dread like a tourist in Jamaica
I've seen death, you don't wanna meet your maker
Weed breath, boutta roll another paper
Can we blaze up?
Can we blaze some?
You know I'm smoking every gram of what my bae packin'
Good day-having, feel like O'shea Jackson
His ice cubic, caught him fake flashing
That ain't fashion
Before the bar was set, I was way past it
Whole loops off loopholes like I evade taxes
I'm seeing hella growth like I'm Cate Blanchett
2020 vs today, I got the same passion
But I won't ever sell a gimmick just to gain traction
After this, can't no one say they never heard of me
The nerds are speaking perjury
I burn 'em to the third degree
Sermons and the churches say I'm headed where the furnace be
That ain't even worse to me
They never seen the earth it seems
Unlike those, ain't bite flows, it's burglary
They write jokes on tightropes, it hurts to see
I don't know why it took so long 'til it occurred to me
But certainly, don't fuck around, I'm not the type to turn a leaf
Yeah
We go an eye for a head
Cause a good offence is my kind of defence
And it's gotta line up with my trip to Quebec
Fuck with me, I might have some shit to get off my chest
My funds silly, still cashing in on lofi cheques
And that's not even mentioning the old guy yet
King of royalties, something like I wrote at friends
Still too vague for ya, you gon' fail a Rorschach test
Got a cane corso body but no mindset
I'm a skeleton, I'll blow my brains on your doorstep
And fall on ya, soon as you say it's go-time, bet
I say I wait with baited, but I wouldn't hold my breath
You're not confident face to face if you won't say with your chest
I see all of it taking shape, this case-scenario's best
I got a charcuterie board, the table is set
Acquired taste for blue cheese, it's my favourite to sesh
I'm feeling dread like a tourist in Jamaica
I've seen death, you don't wanna meet your maker
Weed breath, boutta roll another paper
Can we blaze up?
Can we blaze some?
I'm feeling dread like a tourist in Jamaica
I've seen death, you don't wanna meet your maker
Weed breath, boutta roll another paper
Can we blaze up?
Can we blaze some?
Written by: Daniel Zivcic, Nolan Pilgrim
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