Lyrics:
burn, let it burn
We will never learn
Watch it burn, let it burn
We will never learn
Instrumental (Guitar solo)
Towers are burning
We can't stand
Born to rock'n'roll
If music be the food of love then play on
Lend me your ears as I lay down this song
You're touched by the feeling-it's hard
Rev. ain't right, his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got
cryin later
We love hip-hop, because WE are it's creators
So we, build the Temple, write the books, teach the classes
Create instrumentals, write hooks
I got a problem with silences
I fill the gaps with all kinda shit
Try to control his environment
'Stead of looking for answers inside of him
Always
Translation, have to murder instrumentals
Yeah, the album coming this just pre-heating
They can't handle the temp if I don't ease 'em in it
Not in control of my
from raps to instrumentals
Ya know there's really a lot to look forward to with OS
So really ya know it-it's it's not over
Now they control my catalog
special when I’m rhyming out these flows/(Yaway)
I climb all obstacles like I’m fire in the cold// (oh!) (..burn the instrumental?)
2)Never blinded by
out of control, you just another rapper dude playin' a roll. I'm eclectic, eccentric, thrift store expensive. You just want to mention you ain't this
FIREBITCH
Written by Alfred Trujillo & Cara Nicole
Spoken: is it hot in here or is it just me?
Found a spark here in my hand - when I was put out in
watches, ostrich turtlenecks
Here's the deal
If we can't come in, they can't have the field
Bones in Cisco', murder instrumentals
Cayenne Porsche rap,
cryin later
We love hip-hop, because WE are it's creators
So we, build the Temple, write the books, teach the classes
Create instrumentals, write hooks
a closed case
You never chose me
Boy I'm under control today
But you are too late okey
I got my family shoulder wait
Da Roots came outta VA
Y'all do never
full control I see illusions
And jump to high conclusions
Cause I'm only (Uh!)
Monthly see a therapist we keep it confidential
All the time I use
Thing by my side safety is off always ready to pop
Ready to fuck up any instrumental soon as it drop
Pay no attention to the hooplah the rumors gossip
in a basket
Left me without options when the eggs got to crackin
Asking God with my head tilted towards the heavens
Why was I abandoned by my brethren
The beat and the vocals...Unh
Let me light up this Behike
And just blaze
The time has come, to announce that my time has come
Inspired by greatness,
The beat and the vocals...Unh
Let me light up this Behike
And just blaze
The time has come, to announce that my time has come
Inspired by greatness,
Wishing for apocalyptic downfall flows
To shower the spitting a image of the trash in control
Of the music still loved by the young and the old
But have no
Shotgun
That beat better not be a driver
She stay on my side; she a rider
Watch niggas get killed by songwriters cuz
I'm not one
To play with that's
Intro – The Amazing Journey (Instrumental)
Part II – The One
In the times when no one decides
Someone must be the guide
Andreas is The One
Onwards
your nose
Dose em up till you get dozed
Pushing up daisies you will get drove
By a remote control
My body hosted by Yah
Which is my soul control
Pimpin
(Haha)
Miss the days on how crazy bumpin' the street was
But Now the kids washed
My real cuz got bust twice by police force
Really tried to tell him
Play
outta control
Heads are gonna roll
Shoulda known better, never fuck with a Juggalo
(We gon' git!)
Rhymin' in the game
Sublime is the pain
Guided by flames
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