Fire (feat. Tri-State)

Lyrics for Fire (feat. Tri-State)

Niggas know what the fuck is going on, man You know, we in the kitchen cooking And shit, you know what I'm saying? Stove is hot and shit, man Niggas need to put they mask on, man We been in here too long, man You already know what it is, man Shit is real Magic mantra, moonlight melodic contra Allahu Akbar over the pasta This is autopilot, nautical pirates, touch of Midas David Robinson, night MacGyver skydivers Poisonous scorpion, blend math meticulous With the windstaff, I'm the most magnificent monk Bodhidharma style, Michigan drunk I ain't been on a mission for months From the eye of the third, electrify, inspire with words I enlighten those with righteous minds and fire and herbs Play the lab like a chemist, build like a seventh day in Venice The chain called a victory and finish Lord medallions Afghanistan, Moroccan, Italian, I ran through And that's without having some popular album My solar rays extend extensive, the older age is more expensive Before I fold the page, I'm getting rich and filthy This is esoteric thug merch The camouflage gods out the gun church Killing shit with concentrated chi fire Call it what you want, we fired This is esoteric thug merch The camouflage gods out the gun church Killing shit with concentrated chi fire Call it what you want, we fired Long nose laser, Maserati Muslim on a caper Blowing vapors out the rolling papers Scientology splash, mythology math Demolish your staff with a blast on behalf of the craft The cryogenic jewels glisten like the emblems dripping The suits vintage, witness my immaculate stitch in the technician Here to turn the tables on the periodic They say the colors in my pyramid is real exotic We don't wrestle with you play pretend, paper thin label hands Unless your label throw a wager in, slight shade Tight fade from the mic blade, nice chain Diamonds dancing in the light rays, pure cut Raw extravagant catalyst, meditate by The fire like an African sacrament We the most dangerous, throwing flames at the plagiarists Smooth and trigger with the broken languages, uh This is esoteric thug merch The camouflage gods out the gun church Killing shit with concentrated chi fire Call it what you want, we fired This is esoteric thug merch The camouflage gods out the gun church Killing shit with concentrated chi fire Call it what you want, we fired Imagine that Out here sneak dissing the best To them slugs whistling past your Mitchell & Ness Gold chain, durag dynasty, general monks Live at the Apollo Apollo Brown, now what's in the box?