| Yes I see how you are smiling in my face you know what I’m saying
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| Settin' fire to my back, I see that you know what I mean
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| I love it though, I love it, you know what I’m saying
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| My enemies make me stronger, hahahahahahaha
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| Well I’m on a mission
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| Van Gogh your ass, so y’all listen
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| Nigga, there ain’t no fire if we don’t start the ignition
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| Throw some bullets at your feet
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| Show you what ya missing, listen I hope for black love without wishing
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| I murder the track and go neck to neck without kissing
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| I’m ducking from the wack flows, calling it dis-missing
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| Big money in the hook, cats is loot fishing
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| Nigga’s adding ones like they was mathematicians
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| Four plus y’all equals more without addition, listen
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| Cooking up plans in a da kitchen
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| Too many chefs leads to nuff cats bitching
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| Love in a we face behin' we back yuh teet' kissin
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| Whether you’re garbage or not is not my decision
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| Before you check it deep, you have to make the incision
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| Nuff cats are slated for great things
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| But if yuh nuh lick shot for love
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| Well den murda we bring
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| Murdaaaaaaah…
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| CHORUS
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| We see you crab rappers everyday
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| Praying for a shot to be lead astray
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| We buss back with the love attack
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| And add fuel to the fire, fire, fire, fire
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| We see you crab rappers everyday
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| Praying for a shot to be lead astray
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| We buss back with the love attack
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| And add fuel to the fire, fire
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| Come and see me nigga!
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| I was charged for murdering the track without touching
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| Filling the track with hot lead without bussin'
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| No discussion nigga talk without fussing
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| But F---, I ain’t answering another damn question
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| It’s just a matter of telecommunication
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| Freaking the three bands of frequencies, frequently
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| I frequently gather frequent flyer miles
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| I be freaking the same chick that you’re admiring
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| The same G, ask them niggas around me
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| The P maybe free, but my tracks cost money
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| I might talk funny, but this nigga is no dummy
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| Now cough up my dough before I have to call Sunny
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| Switch switchblades, to switch hand grenades
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| I switch when a bitch nigga misses my payday
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| Y’all are concurring, when I’m running in succession
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| Quick to flow whenever the mic is in session
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| For crying out loud, you get hard knock detention
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| Your outside is smiling, but what’s your intention
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| F a judge and stil get an honourable mention
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| Tell ya peace and love without both my fists clenching
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| Raps with real flows real re-invention
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| Chat on wicked tracks, add new dimensions
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| New cliques, gang bang causing old tensions
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| Niggas in the streets with swords like street fencing
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| For these record labels nuff rap cats is Benson
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| From these old street cats, I took a lesson
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| Never like groupie hoes hanging in my session
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| Rolling over weak cats in one succession
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| Who’s up next, we got nuff headz guessing
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| Brothers feel the heat without Smith or Wesson
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| Wrote the blue prints nigga, why you testing
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| The dot when it’s obviously us who’s best and shit |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Quest For Fire , by - Kardinal Offishall. Song from the album Quest For Fire: Firestarter Vol. 1, in the genre R&B