Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fire in the Booth, artist - I AM THE STORM. Album song Fight Musik, Vol. 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.09.2018
Record label: STORM MUSIK, The Fuel
Song language: English
Fire in the Booth |
Fight Musik |
Ha ha |
Sound the alarm, there’s fire in the booth |
The type of record that’ll violate a room |
Gotcha boots walkin', get a mile in or two |
It’s the Storm, y’all, callin' all troops |
Watch out now, there’s fire in the booth |
The type of music that annihilate a dude |
On-time arrival, like a pilot’d do |
It’s the Storm, y’all, callin' all troops |
Turn it up and let it violate the room |
Got ya speakers takin' off like we were flying to the moon |
And you can say it, but cha lyin' if ya do |
And ain’t nobody you know can run thru it, the way we do it |
Get it started like there ain’t nothin' to it |
Push the limits to the level that they can’t undo it |
Even if ya don’t, act like you knew it |
We just hit the pedal, and we put a lane right through it |
I came to rock it, 'cause I Cain like Abel |
Break bread with my brethren, 'cause ain’t no one leavin' |
Run the party from the point like two turntables |
And put it straight in the water, we don’t need no labels |
Don’t bump my table, I got, brothas in my corner that are willin' and able |
Apologize in advance if you are my neighbor |
'Cause the party starts now and ends two months later |
Engine, engine #9, put your hands up in the sky |
Now wave them like you learned to fly |
Pick it up, pick it up, put it back |
Engine, engine #9, on the New York transit line |
If my train goes off the track |
Pick it up, pick it up, put it back |
Sound the alarm, there’s fire in the booth |
The type of record that’ll violate a room |
Gotcha boots walkin', get a mile in or two |
It’s the Storm, y’all, callin' all troops |
Watch out now, there’s fire in the booth |
The type of music that annihilate a dude |
On-time arrival, like a pilot’d do |
It’s the Storm, y’all, callin' all troops |
Welcome to the show |
East, west, north, south coast |
Toronto got me on lock like Vault doors |
Fist pumpin' if ya proud to be atcha post |
Raise those glasses, if ya more Yes, less no |
Get it poppin', we goin' for the gusto |
Nobody slackin', let’s go, no no shows |
It’s time to move on if ya can’t let it go, yo |
'Cause we packin' the room from the front to the back door |
I came to rock it, 'cause I Cain like Abel |
Break bread with my brethren, 'cause ain’t no one leavin' |
Run the party from the point like two turntables |
And put it straight in the water, we don’t need no labels |
Don’t bump my table, I got, brothas in my corner that are willin' and able |
Apologize in advance if you are my neighbor |
'Cause the party starts now and ends two months later |
Engine, engine #9, put your hands up in the sky |
Now wave them like you learned to fly |
Pick it up, pick it up, put it back |
Engine, engine #9, on the New York transit line |
If my train goes off the track |
Pick it up, pick it up, put it back |
Sound the alarm, there’s fire in the booth |
The type of record that’ll violate a room |
Gotcha boots walkin', get a mile in or two |
It’s the Storm, y’all, callin' all troops |
Watch out now, there’s fire in the booth |
The type of music that annihilate a dude |
On-time arrival, like a pilot’d do |
It’s the Storm, y’all, callin' all troops |
Sound the alarm, there’s fire in the booth |
The type of record that’ll violate a room |
Gotcha boots walkin', get a mile in or two |
It’s the Storm, y’all, callin' all troops |
Watch out now, there’s fire in the booth |
The type of music that annihilate a dude |
On-time arrival, like a pilot’d do |
It’s the Storm, y’all, callin' all troops |