| I spit… fire
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| You go… jealous
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| That’s… fire
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| (Got the fire)
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| Yeah, Yeah… jealous
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| (Thats fire talk, you heard?)
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| New York Island, defend it, peep the style I invented
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| Silencer on the 40 cal’ll cramp your style in a minute
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| I’m vintage, authentic, my brain is tormented
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| Got the physique of a God, I was made in the Lord’s image
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| That’s word to mama, I was perfectly sculpted
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| Put rappers in surgery in the infirmary posted
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| Place 'em in body bags, and leave them virtually roasted
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| Turn a Moe to a John Doe, I never heard of these culprits
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| I’m back to being focused, reloaded, the book has been decoded
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| It Was Written way before Nas and Hova even wrote it
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| Hear ye, hear ye, please listen up clearly
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| To a King’s theory that I got for your earpiece
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| And sadly I came here to tear beats to a shred
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| She say its hard to get it done but it’s more easily said
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| Rakim and Eric B., I’m now impeachin' the prez
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| My proposal is indecent, R.I.P. |
| to the feds
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| I spit… fire
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| You go… jealous
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| That’s… fire
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| Yeah, Yeah… jealous
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| Homie, you know the squad, fire with the coldest bars
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| Put us against all odds, you know we going hard
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| Corleone Flow, family at the table
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| Big dollar stacks blocking my view
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| Henny and Grey Goose, my main crew
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| Some are legit, most are straight goon
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| We made it through, those on my side, are who remained true
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| 300 Spartan hard, yet wouldn’t be called a fraud
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| But call me young snipes, money, train, all aboard
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| I’m at the Smörgåsbord with two plates in my hand
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| Generale, 100 stripes I got 'em all at war
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| It’s shady the biz, in case I get sprayed in my wig
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| Make sure you take care of my lady and kids
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| Before I conversate with the pigs and turn snakes to my nigs
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| I hold the weights and I’m taking the bid
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| Yeah, Salute the Don, official, we in office
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| Spotted on the yacht offshore, talking with bosses
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| Ocean 14 type schemes to get us more rich
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| Out for the grit, no matter what the cost is
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| I spit… fire
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| You go… jealous
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| That’s… fire
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| Yeah, Yeah… jealous
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| Homie, you know the squad, fire with the coldest bars
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| Put us against all odds, you know we going hard
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| I spit… fire |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fire, artist - Inspectah Deck. Album song Chamber No. 9, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп