Tradução: Freestylers. La prueba de fuego?.
So many rappers rap that murder, but never do they learn But when the fire gets to hot, they ain't willin to burn They think they fire proof, ya heard
his destiny [Chorus] [FTF] Look, I'm makin demons retire Because we marchin wit the true Messiah Renderin to God, but never feelin heat of eternal fire
: Put my life back on its course and remove all doubt from my soul You've left me here with false hope and now you sit back And you watch me die tear
sunny sunny days [Hook x2: Game] Yeah I'm addicted to slugs I can tell by your pearl handle you know how to treat a thug I see the fire in ya eyes every
immortal when it comes to the phone book Jersey them niggas they think I'm crazy and creepy And as we speak they tryin to find me a therapist Rapid fire
't spell 'em Put a shot to your melon, that'll keep you're punk ass from chillin' Then I got that nine and a fo'-fo', that H2 is never full Bullet proof
get touched Even the pope know to stay in bullet proof Benz trucks Flipmode up in this bitch, ya niggas know we on fire We hang niggas like old sneakers
Thugs, Nigga Don't Test Mine To The Redline But Like My Bone Thug Niggas They Ball Show Me The Light, The Light Caught In The Line Of Fire Boy If You
And all the body bags come with the white chalk Nigga while you on a mission my nigga better protect the chest A super nigga bullet-proof vest nigga
like you're still on fire But nobody believes you; and now you live as a liar You're onnly lyin to yourself cause it's evident in the proof As your world
: Are you born from the abyss And have you sought the creed That drape the shadows Of your own thought? Is your heart mesmerized By the fire that
touching skin Never letting the light slip away And we walk with the power every day If my faith is a fire then burn baby burn We've held fire long enough
People are still camped out from the night before Sleepin outside the door waitin in line Still tryna get inside the club to see D12 perform The fire
leavin' you in the dust [Proof] Yack is high, I got the highest yack Hit the ground so hard I leave tire tracks Bizarre snaps like a fire crack And my
boy, duck punk, try (BOOF BAF!!), another sound of a guy (BOOF BAF!!), never boy, duck punk, try (Wyclef Jean) Well I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE
are controlled, and liable to explode like land mines, my crew blows through like wind chimes. Make it hot like fire, 200 proof like Moonshine.
