Burn

If the eye of the storm is the calm of disaster
 The calm when I'm mad makes me more of a bastard
 A loss ain't a death in the mind of a master
 The lines that I hear make you more of an act
 Marijuana to manipulate my thought process, telling me that I'm an O.G. in my own mind
 O.G. is in the middle of the word progress, so I suppose I'm an O.G. of some kind
 If I ain't shit, then mother fucker riddle me this
 I make the present disappear as if it didn't exist
 A beast, women hear mating calls when I spit
 And your chick may be the beauty if you catch my drift
 I'm up next with a dream of flames
 It's time for the stallion to the free the reigns
 From the grip of the master and ease the brain
 Of the black and the white not being the same
 But I digress I'm here to roast the competition
 I've heard less lies from these nice politicians
 Blowing loud in the air so I probably won't listen
 As I drop flame 'n ash on the Hene opposition
 Just an ignorant na with a smart mouth
 I mean a smart black man with some ignorant ways
 A Siberian tiger with a flamethrower
 'Cause this cool cat just set the track ablaze
 Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
 We stay high so look up to us
 They try hard to extinguish the
 Flame that we bring 'cause we making some
 People, burn with desire
 Say what you want but we speak with the fire
 Say what you will but we will what we need
 That hate that you love spreads the flame like a breeze
 Been so many places, seen some many face but ain't nothing different
 Bitch ain't no stopping this, call me Greg Popovich, I'm used to winning
 Ain't noting changed, still rep the Nat Gang to the end from beginning
 Fuck you if you looking, mask up if your crooking for my ns that's sinning
 I murder the beat, it'll be a few days before they search the lake
 Studio get yellow taped, might take a trip to California, plan my escape
 Shit been too cray in my city, I think that I need a vacay
 Might fly to the bay with my bae, tell her sit on my face, Happy Valentine's Day
 She asked me, "How was dinner?" said,"Mine was great"
 Had the salmon and beer, she had the wine and steak
 Last album kind of late
 That was my mistake
 Shit was kind of soft, shit was kind of Drake
 One phone call to make, crew come through on the double
 You bring more ns we gon need more shovels
 Ns 'bout t-t-t-talk and no trouble
 My choppers 'bout b-b-b-bass and no treble
 Flow hotter than Hell, I put that on the Devil
 Dress like a businessman, think like a rebel
 Flow so magnif, make yours obsolete
 Cujo unchained or Django unleashed
 King on the throne on these songs I'm a beast
 If it's featuring me then it's gon be a feast
 Just give me the beat and it's bon appétit
 That was verse one, what comes after three?
 A matter of time, keep your eyes on the clock as you watch how I work
 My brain is alive, all the flames that arrived, train to coincide with the pain that's inside
 Expressed through the things that I write hanging tight and it burns even more as I slide down the rope
 Another digit in the bank account can change the route
 And change your view like the numbers on the microscope
 Bishop with The Juice
 A generous Jew
 A slave on the loose
 No chains, no noose
 Never concerned with competitors views
 I'm better than you
 Amazed and amused by the flames that I spew
 What once was a spark to a flame it grew
 My name it rings bells in the streets, I'm that dude
 For you, like an owl in the tree they say, "who"?
 Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
 We stay high so look up to us
 They try hard to extinguish the
 Flame that we bring 'cause we making some
 People, burn with desire
 Say what you want but we speak with the fire
 Say what you will but we will what we need
 That hate that you love spreads the flame like a breeze
 Illuminati want my mind, spirit and my body
 Whoa bro better slow that shit kemo sabe
 Shitting on 'em, treat the booth like a port-o-potty
 Shitting on 'em like I just drank a pot of coffee
 Roll a stick of that grass, call it field hockey
 Been a problem ain't noting you can do about me
 Little bitch hella salty, call her tater thotty
 Na we want all the smoke like a Punjabi
 If your mindset isn't pyro, take a hike hoe
 Got a chance, took a stab at it like psycho
 Up top with the heat bulb in the light pole
 Big moves I could transform yours to micro
 These ns think they bad, I'm bad like Michael
 Every track I grab I spaz, I might blow
 Need a padded room in my pad for my flow
 Every mic I grab it turn to nitro
 Glycerin, A.D.D. with no Ritalin
 Told her eat a Rob Dyrdek, this shit is ridiculous
 Bucket low like fuck it tho, I'm feeling like Gilligan
 Spit this shit so venomous, Hene bout to begin again
 Every Beat I've been on got a PhD
 Yeah I burn that shit to the third degree
 On fire but the rest of you can't tell
 I swear the shit burn like a foot in the ant hill
 Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
 We stay high so look up to us
 They try hard to extinguish the
 Flame that we bring 'cause we making some
 People, burn with desire
 Say what you want but we speak with the fire
 Say what you will but we will what we need
 That hate that you love spreads the flame like a breeze