Letras:
Burning Heads Special Forces

I just lit the fire Too late if you want to stay live You want my head, you're gonna die You're gonna to commit a suicide Your head is burning, you

the name stuck. So when my brother was born my father became Big Red and my brother Little Red. I should have known from the first time when I realised their special

farms from out a million Who wanna rhyme, who wanna challenge the swordsman? That rock that fisherman hat like Gorden's I hose down the place, no shots to the face Elite special force

to have to burn the blood Til the Lotus made the save and brought me back up out my grave Now your homey walk forever, lookin for a head to sever '

way love goes The Chocolate City for Black Cesar Incorporated And all of the soft get faded So before you step to me use your head And you better think about it more than Special

don't you woke, you wake up Take up your mic and take off your make-up This style I made up just of dust Because suckers like you I will burn to a crust

. So when my brother was born my father became Big Red and my brother Little Red. I should have known from the first time when I realised their special

chopper Son of an obese burner perturbed to grow in a row Of rotating blood colors on brick textures And others modified climates make nasty tongue plunge (head

a million who wanna rhyme? who wanna challenge the swordsman? that rock that fisherman hat like Gorden's [U-God] I hose down the place No shots to the face Elite Special force