Maybe I could call myself Lucie
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Because when I have a show
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That's how it always is:
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Fire, fire!
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I spit flames, the words burn
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I'll get Mike, there's a problem
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Trench stage as Kurt Cobain (wow)
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It's a fire, a fire!
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Want to fly over him and wish him well
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I don't see anyone, I'm good
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I've been elsewhere for a long time and I'm saying goodbye
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I have a fire! |
fire!
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I spit flames, the words burn
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I'll get Mike, there's a problem
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Trench stage as Kurt Cobain (wow)
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It's a fire, a fire!
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Want to fly over him and wish him well
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I don't see anyone, I'm good
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I've been elsewhere for a long time and I'm saying goodbye
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I have a fire, but I'm not David Koller
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My father was a punk rocker
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I'll probably be after him because when the concert comes
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I'll destroy the stage like Johny Rotten
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Like a fire burning
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Hot as fuck and pour oil
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I'm finishing the record, fans please keep it out
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Come on, come on!
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All those wannabe MCs are afraid
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Neither of them has a fire
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When I say goodbye
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My CD pushes them to the other track
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Neither of them is a hunter
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Neither of them is an eagle
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Therefore, only the end awaits them
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And I will soon be a legend like Vorel
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I'm a top MC
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I can let the beat burn
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Your favorite wasteman hears me
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And he's lying to himself that he's getting better
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I tell him, sorry it's over G
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You can't carry fire and your whole message is over
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Volunteer, the haters are sick
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Gossip I'm commercial
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Don't look for yours as if they were obsessed with me
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That's why I have a CD for them
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I'll let hell open
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I'll let the demons out
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And feed on their pain
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Fire!
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Call the fire department, call the funeral home, my business will kill you
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I should take some water, have a drink
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Or I'll end up with a burnt tongue
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You wanted my album, here it is
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I change things, I burn borders
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I burn barz like sticks on the stage
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Medical smoke in the morning at the apartment
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The fire in me is burning thanks to the music
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The whole street knows this well
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My barz are my ammunition
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In a country where mummies are still valued
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But the mummy is rotting
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And the road leads the way we go
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And I won't call myself Lucie
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But everyone knows what's coming out of my mouth
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Fire! |
Fire!
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I spit flames, the words burn
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I'll get a mother problem
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I'll dig up the stage, like Kurt Cobain
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It's a fire, a fire
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Want to fly over him and wish him well
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I don't see anyone, I'm good
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I've been elsewhere for a long time and I'm saying goodbye
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I have Fire, Fire
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I spit flames, the words burn
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I'll get a mother problem
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Trench stage as Kurt Cobain (wow)
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It's a fire, a fire
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Want to fly over him and wish him well
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I don't see anyone anywhere
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Here I am, a long time ago I am elsewhere
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And I say goodbye!
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I don't do rap shows, I do live sets
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I go hype when the DJ mixes the tracks
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Old school as cassettes
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But we never got stuck first
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We are the ones who carry the flames
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We make bombs, but we don't have missiles
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We cut it, but we don't have machetes
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Raids top, but we don't have tablets
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And bitches know we have style
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No one is hotter than the archetype
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That's why I salute everyone with us
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Join us if you don't have a chip in your head
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And in the mouth of a dick, like most artists on earth
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What do fake art do in the supermarket
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Turn to the other side there we are! |