| Intergalactic gas surrounds the core of the solar
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| Now I’m born a supernova, blow your mind to bipolar
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| I switch my league from the degrees of lava
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| Back to the surface of the solar
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| Holding torches with the rage of Iatola
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| I snare trap the Fahrenheit, and ignite electrolytes
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| Now I hold the aftermath of pipe bombs and back drafts
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| My lyricism holds your mind like a Pharaoh
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| So I command MC’s to burn to the 3rd degree
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| Then proceed to bone marrow
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| I’m the arsonist who confuse tools criminologist use
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| Lighter fluid lace my vocal tone, the flame is the chaperon
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| Don’t engage the sun dweller, fire starter from the cellar
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| I scorch the outer limits and fossilize all ligaments
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| I’m flammable
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| This situation is fire, arsenic live wire
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| Don’t intervene when I’m standing in the kerosene
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| Time’s about to expire, will I ever retire
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| I got a scheme with the lighter and the gasoline
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| This situation is fire, arsenic live wire
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| Don’t intervene when I’m standing in the kerosene
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| Time’s about to expire, will I ever retire
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| I got a scheme with the lighter and the gasoline
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| I crave to misbehave with heat waves and laser rays
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| Lightning storms leave you torn and send debre airborne
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| Protective fire suits and gas mask don’t comply
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| When the live arsonist improvise and optimize
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| The method to immobilize and victimize
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| Witness hells architect, spit brimstone dialect
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| With nitrogen concepts I blow your manuscript to level X
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| Unlimited carnage supply when I the human scorch
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| Blow torch your front porch, and do it twice like Gemini
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| Volcanic bandit insane, with the rapid fire propane
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| My C-4 is qualified, cloud of ashes fill the sky
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| Choice of fuel acid rain, blow your mind from sub terrain
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| I return to supernova baptize in the solar
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| This situation is fire, arsenic live wire
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| Don’t intervene when I’m standing in the kerosene
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| Time’s about to expire, will I ever retire
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| I got a scheme with the lighter and the gasoline
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| This situation is fire, arsenic live wire
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| Don’t intervene when I’m standing in the kerosene
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| Time’s about to expire, will I ever retire
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| I got a scheme with the lighter and the gasoline, yo
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| I rain fire, I burn live wires and cause friction
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| Spit flames that will give your brain addictions
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| I cross lines like crucifixions with Celsius degrees
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| And temperatures that will lock in position
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| It’s my dereliction, when I’m inside your jurisdiction
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| Shut 'em down and lock 'em out like evictions
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| Arsenic heat no restrictions
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| Verbal back drafts of demolition never programmable
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| I’m flammable
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| This situation is fire, arsenic live wire
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| Don’t intervene when I’m standing in the kerosene
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| Times about to expire, will I ever retire?
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| I got a scheme with the lighter and the gasoline
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| This situation is fire, arsenic live wire
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| Don’t intervene when I’m standing in the kerosene
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| Times about to expire, will I ever retire?
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| I got a scheme with the lighter and the gasoline |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Kerosene , by - Bionic Jive. Song from the album Armageddon Through Your Speakers, in the genre Иностранный рок