ELZHI - Fire (Remix) lyrics

rate me

Yeah, uh, Elzhi, Black Milk, let's go

Yeah, uh...

Yeah, uh

You can't mention the top five without mentionin I

Black and Elzhi, fire like the temperature rise

Limitless I'm, not even the sky's the limit to I

When we spit with adrenaline times ten

From the beginnin until the rhyme end

It's, no stoppin, every line's mind bogglin

Stoppin your top artist, toppin them

When we spit sick, naw critics love to get compliments

Go

Yo, a little 'gen and sodium

Pandemonium, sparks the fat man at the podium

Starts the flame on, I came to stay long

(Somebody call SVU!), I rape songs

Fatt Father collarin fake bums, like Steak-umms

With great guns, that'll have you covered in A1

Al Green told me I was hotter than cooked grits

And my words seem more like somethin I cook with

Yeah, cause it's that fire

I see the smoke risin higher

Hi-higher, hands to the sky, up

Spit fire, nope can't deny us

They gettin liver

Cause it's that fire

I see the smoke risin higher

Get 'em, get 'em up, get 'em higher

Get a cup, let me see, see you light up

They gettin liver, cause it's that fire

I fire up the blunt and it tastes like gumbo

Hit the trees hard like George And The Jungle

I'm a play humble 'fore I let the K rumble

Know you got a bitch fatty and a snitchin ass uncle

Brown play niggaz like 'funkel

Land tan seats in the old school sedan

So nigga talk sweet and the forty fifth blam

Hit a nigga in his back, make 'em do a handstand

Look, it's Fat Ray, fireman, I'm turnin the hose on

You fire up a L, we burnin the whole zone

So you can go to hell with fire and brimstone

Fire with the heckler (fire)

Niggaz is even jockin my hand gestures

Yes, cause I'm fresher than the Nantucket Nectar (fresh)

Ain't a man fresher, we apply pressure

You a lie, crooked in the street, when I fire like a Vietnam veteran

Yeah, you can't extinguish my genius, release just enough to touch y'all

Without a just cause

And still build a loyal following

Front row at my next show hollerin, witnessin overpowerin

Lyrics, you feel it deep down, way beneath the street's ground, in sewer tops

We do enough, you do a lot

With zero reward, I'm the chairman of the board

Warlord, sendin verb victims to the morgue

Yeah, yeah, still charge an I'll joggin, with skill that can kill squadrons

We'll reveal this all in your grill, like the drill sergeant

Too mean, two spleens, this is daily routine

If you seen, holdin new green, in my blue jeans

Knuckle every clown, always chuckle, barely frown

Pistol here beneath the bubble, like Huckleberry Hound

When I came in, bent down to strike the game and

They say that I'm fire, you just got fired for soundin like your flamin

If you a fan, go and fan a nigga off, yeah (yeah)

Wave your hands, yeah, fan a nigga off, uh (uh)

Go ahead, just fan a nigga off, yeah (yeah)

If you a fan, go and fan a nigga off, go!