BACKDRAFT! We ain't tryin to make you cats So talk that, we cash (BLAST) how long will rap last if it only had MC's settin fires three-sixty degrees, BACKDRAFT!
Who wanna start a trend, when it shouldn't even be a to be reckoned with, I think too many MC's are I your whole crew, pull your pupils out your nostrils Bad, raise my staff witchcraft, takin em out for talkin back
BACKDRAFT! My arch I'm fire fightin So if you think of us out your lucky ? you may retire MC's get passed out flyers, more dope rhymes than Scarface got coke You couldn't me if you soaked mine
You get broke nine, in ten ways, start at your armpiece Then we Plus I won't stop til whole frame is deceased
Aiyyo man all your firestations cause these rappers burn through It's possible rockin you from your pores to your Droppin skills (WORLDWIDE) We rip it unrestricted, my ends Label this here, a
Got you addicted now you wanna get (high) but you ain't takin And since out, sleepin, sweet dreams, cause we be breakin night Creatin songs One style, is never I'm magnificent, better word, would be
We toured through every fort and many thought we motivate
So hold your weight, ain't personal, it's just your flow we hate
Four-five, ? off, like Damn it's he that makes the that's now bein depleted How you sounded is repeated, witcha ? rap flows to see the rhymin as the soul of providence..
So what so MC's know that I go nuts cause I hernia pain Female MC's always me like a vericose vein Cause they don't it Plain and simple I it down like enzymes and still got lyrical decodin my rhymes DNA
Flucuate, great with them cross and fadin's and them illustrations We'll out, it's amazin what be comin out the projects like suburban families, cleanin out hallway closets
Deposit right into sockets of wannabe prophets And I curse if you jock it, I'm stop you doo doo poppin You floppin you please, ease up to be the sharpest Got you suckers on deez, external my ? is
BACKDRAFT! Burning all those, who copycatters That's Trying to runs on a slam, but they sloppy batters Your rhyme bein chopped ? when you're by lyricists I keep my flow difficult, so they're puzzled, they be hearin this
I rock it now, so reminisce later, check data then skate a search around the world like the So get your BluBlocker my knocka, the sun is here to Swingin a Bat-man, and Rob-in that are fine
BACKDRAFT! Engine number seventeen Mic the gasoline to pass the and lead us to the finish line On a domination tip, cause you livin mine Give it
When you get sprayed muderous rhymes I burn the Like rims on cars, rooftoppin with My havoc jam traffic leavin gridlocked, for two blocks For twenty-two blocks, a mile in those shoes I step in walkin on lava, and STILL runnin through
Bashin crews and Get summoned to hear my Servin love slaves, til the blur flutter flows, the giz be squirtin merchants with the force of my mathematics Too drastic, it's flowin like the ?
BACKDRAFT! MC's try to mess with Talk they yack around my and shakin up my trees Human please, I sneeze on your props and the dirty rat's trap with raps that ease
leave! With coordination masturbation Givin birth to styles and flows, with insemination Crew penetration, I you climax You see me, in 3-D, like you in Imax
Now this be rated PG, for Perfect I be sentencin Street speakin, heat-seakin Disintegratin rap groups in high attired (AHH) Extinguisher, fireman now out the fire We takes it
BACKDRAFT!