| On fire, on fire, on fire
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| On fire, on fire, on fire
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| On fire, on fire, on fire
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| We were born to be on, got strong and life-long
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| Our element of song, could never steer you wrong
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| We attack like a fleet, and burn like the heat
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| We win like a champ and the victory is sweet
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| We drive like a drill, we soothe like a pill
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| We consume till we’re filled, opposition is nill
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| We speak to attain unattainable feats, and I’m rockin to the beat
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| Y’all and you don’t quit, as I rely solely upon my wit
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| To help me say this rhyme for I forget
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| And rock much parties till skies are lit
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| Cause it’s a sure hit from my rhymin' kit
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| While other MC’s takin a stand I sit
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| And if a jam gets ill I’ll deal with it
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| Cause I’m as hot as hot could ever get
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| And I’m not a nitwit when I throw a Stet fit
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| I hear em yellin and yellin (Daddy-O is legit)
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| And I don’t smoke crack cause I’m not with it
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| The crew is crack-free and we’ll admit it
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| Stet’s been stickin out a stake for style
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| And on the mic we a-fi wicked and sometimes wild
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| We are the ones that’ll take you higher
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| We’re the band called Stet (my man) and we’re on fire |