Burn

(앨범: Still Wednesday - 2021)

[Chris Webby:]
Yeah

You can spot a fire by watching the Spotifiers
They just press play on my shit and they start a fire
Ride 'til I die, 'til there's no groove left on the tires
Chilling at home like umpires
While I write my next shit, lay it down and flex it
From the booth to the marketplace let the checks hit
Treating every song like an individual investment
Underground king of my coast, eating shellfish
With a bad bitch, 'cause we all gon' die
So this life I got, I live right
You can all try, but can't outsmart me, 'cause my
Intellectual's on the level of A.I.
I learn by defeat, check the battling scars
Bitch, most of you can't even step to half of my bars
You fucking pussy, run your mouth while you acting all hard
You probably wear your rubber gloves and face mask in the car
With your windows rolled up, trying not to get sick
But shit, I been sick for years, my therapist
Told me if we wrote down all my problems, it'd be a list
So long even Santa Claus couldn't check this
Let alone check it twice, fuck naughty and nice
I'm so bad, having coal in my stocking's a way of life
Kerosene in one hand while the other got a light
Hear a— then I'm calling it a night, Webby

Uh, yeah, we all gon' die
Live like the roof's on fire and we yelling out
"Burn, motherfucker, burn, motherfucker, burn
Burn, motherfucker, burn," yeah
Uh, yeah, we all gon' die
Live like the roof's on fire and we yelling out
"Burn, motherfucker, burn, motherfucker, burn (Yo)
Burn, motherfucker, burn"

[Locksmith:]
(Fuck 'em, let 'em conspire)
See, I can spot a liar by watching his spot expire
I can spit a verse and kill rappers with rapid fire
Rap deniers won't acknowledge my prowess, don't try to route us
Route that I'm on based on songs, now who's the loudest?
Allow me to explain my versatility origins
I came up with pimps and rebels fighting the war we in
Normally I'm ignoring the silly rappers with corneums
I can smell the smoke 'cause my hood was a crematorium
This is like a memoriam for what I used to be
So when I light the match, you pussies better use your feet
All that's left is charred up bodies as far as you can see
If you can see, then I might show mercy, don't try to divert me
Fuck your politics and opinion, you just a minion
Everything you ever mention you heard on a cable network
A carefully crafted timeline and algorithm
That's only feeding you bias, you don't believe me, just try it
'Cause everything I built, see I built from the ground up
Come around us, like you been sipping that Roundup
Killing off you weeds as I weave in-between the sound
I'm astounded how you suckas keep bitchin, like, how come?
Douse you with accelerant, what you think is irrelevant
Beating around the bush 'cause you scared to address the elephant
Sitting in the room while I'm shitting inside your tomb
Somebody pass me a match, click, boom

[Chris Webby:]
Uh, yeah, we all gon' die
Live like the roof's on fire and we yelling out
"Burn, motherfucker, burn, motherfucker, burn
Burn, motherfucker, burn," yeah
Uh, yeah, we all gon' die
Live like the roof's on fire and we yelling out
"Burn, motherfucker, burn, motherfucker, burn
Burn, motherfucker, burn"

[Apathy:]
Pass me the flamethrower, match in the gas and it's game over
Molotov cocktails out of the Range Rover
Half of my brain smolder, with rap, I'm a chain smoker
A dragon who take over, make crack from the baking soda
Gas stove veteran, cheffing up the medicine
But never get the credit, I'm more Tesla than Edison
All about the Benjamins and what I can invest it in
After the dough, turning big bucks into venison
Replicate it, devastate it, place you on the ventilator
Diss you on the record and write your name in the metadata
Meditative state of an out of body experience
Light your body on fire, get buried in Siberian
Cemeteries get eerie when spirits started appearing
In spots I spit lyrics in, raps you'll never hear again
Better give love or get sent to Heaven above
Or get shredded, fed to the furnace like Freddy's sweater and glove

[Chris Webby:]
Uh, yeah, we all gon' die
Live like the roof's on fire and we yelling out
"Burn, motherfucker, burn, motherfucker, burn
Burn, motherfucker, burn," yeah
Uh, yeah, we all gon' die
Live like the roof's on fire and we yelling out
"Burn, motherfucker, burn, motherfucker, burn
Burn, motherfucker, burn"