Breathing fire. Fill the sky. With smoke and spires. Black and high. Lungs corroded sealed and charred. Losing time. Erosion of reality. Kaleidoscopic
it on fire We gonna light it on fire (female voice - "yeah" - repeated) We gonna light it on fire We gonna light it on fire ("woop, woop, woop, woo" & "
I'm comin back like Jesus Bow down to my ill nation runnin from drug cases Lookin at my congregation so full of thug faces Momma gave a ni**a breath,
go to bed You can hear them breathe Like choking on a cigar And though I'd like to pledge allegiance I'm afraid it can't be found So as they fire up
and father equal but I did damage to so many people So much evil it's hard to see through the dark, gotta fight fire with fire Let it spark and light
of the matter at hand For me to come and control this whole shit, was only part of the plan The other part of the plan, for you to understand That nothing
: [Death; portrayed by Busta Rhymes + sounds of a shovel digging + a heartbeat] Yeah I know A lot of you niggaz don't plan on the day when you'd have
fight on fire burn my hands till i got nothing left to count my numbers on your wise ass comments could cheer you up the emotional disturbance relax deep breathe
.R.A you add the K.E a hundred grand and you lables can not Play me I'll never go broke Fuck em I'm flashin the pan I am a passionate man Planted with
: Out of place, put him down, hes all strung out don't hold your breath for too long, this moments fading out now our souls have caught on fire well
bump When we done we stay hard, so you don't land shit Suck Skam's dick, off of what a dead man spit Yo that's it, I don't plan shit, you know how we
sideline to Von, he steps outta bounds 48 seconds left on the clock but every last one counts Call another huddle, we're down by six The plan is, to throw
it's red You got a lot on your plate that is in your head You think that money's ok but it ought to grow on trees And when I say why don't you plant
man Yeah, much worse Seventeen dead bodies hanging from a telephone wire All seventeen on fire Lightening up the sky with the smell of death Rich bigot fucker, take a deep breath
Moonlight lady I'm on fire And I can hardly breathe Time goes by And all alone My poor heart grieves I love you just 'cause I do I didn't plan it with