No one knew how he'd turn out, but i turn up on daily,
Been looking for a tourniquet to turn the tables maybe,
I turned out alright, cause I turned down the pipe,
In the face of Satan wonder whats been burnin him lately...
Incendiary, some call me a visionary,
Heat on to the max until we end up buried.
Inspire a riot from 8 mile to the Seminaries
Start a bonfire and raise up out the cemetery.
Heat on blast through your deceitful cast,
Beneath your feet becomes a sheet of glass.
We won't sleep until we see your ass,
Admit defeat and just breath your last.
You might be a clown but we-won't-laugh,
Speed fast in the slow lane, we wont pass,
Cause we in our own lane, eons past,
The green should make you go mane, and we gone fast... Cause
I'm reaching the point i don't get high any more
So we start a bonfire and we light up a forth
This was a gift of Christ he picked the proper package of gold,
& I received a light like a pack of matches is on,

It said: burn up your turn-ups,
It's time to turn up,
Drop off your x-bitch this does not con-cern her...
If it's not money then we talking murd-a,
Pack up your suitcase and load up the burn-a,
and:


Shoulda checked my game, you got what you earned ya...
One thing that's funny you listen you learn ya...
If you don't want the flame, then stop actin' burnt up,
They know you're missing and wish we'd return ya...
If you don't know my name, we can make it happen right?
You can't get me charged if I'm technically a satellite...
Won't get me behind bars don't need to read me my Miranda rights,
I don't feed on other beings just some weed for my appetite...
Ganj-a, Dante, Fire as an entree.
Spittin fireballs and it tastes excellante.
Aimed skyward alone cause this fire's kinda daunting ,
For me it's required, my man I'm wired to my blood type.
But I'm frustrated, [why?] Cause I'm not getting love lately,
You can't get the funds if you concentrate on fun mainly.
You can't get the pay unless you play with the gun maybe...
So just get up off my back because I swear you weigh a ton Hades!
I could live forever yeah forever in my dreams,
or I could live to chase it and whatever it may bring,
My old life had to face that it was getting in between,
It was just too basic in the wake of bigger better things...
I'm reaching the point I don't get high any more,
So we start a bonfire and we light up a forth.
And if this wise guy has decided to show,
Let him try to lie in the eye of the storm,
I'm bout to :
/
bout to
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bout to fire on yo bitch ass!

Cause I more than just disguise in my writing at home,
Blind when confined to indightable chrome,
Always heaving rhymes that leave you scratching your dome,
I received a light like a pack of matches was on, it told me:

Burn up your turn-ups,
It's time to turn up,
Drop off your x-bitch this does not con-cern her...
If it's not money then we talking murd-a,
Pack up your suitcase and load up the burn-a.
& Fire!