Buildings on Fire (feat. Jae Cross)

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Urban Massacre

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Hold up let's go
Now don't put that shit out, man, it's elevation
Yeah, take over, bend the muscle, move my suit, shit
Plus I hang like dreadlocked cubits
Y'all ain't never sold a square, not a cubit
They all hatin' cause I'm switchin' to my new shit
New bitch, same whip, new whip, same shit
Red fish, blue fish, blue still stainless
I just shine harder than the wood will grain, bitch
Everything I drop's a hit, so I'm feelin' like I can't miss
I zero in with my aim and let the case spit
Scope you from a block away, you hit the pavement
Couple rappers go to jail, now everybody hard
Now I say you're gone, son, now everybody gone
Now everybody stars, now everybody lost
I've come to find you, to murk you, and dump your body off
Yeah, same niggas in shiny high school
They said I can't do what I'm doin' if I try
Hey, look, the building's on fire
Can't climb back there, son, the cell is on fire
Hey, I'm in my 3-2 zone
It's impossible, jail, the people's home
Hey, look, the building's on fire
Can't climb back there, son, the cell is on fire
Hey, I'm in my 3-2 zone
It's impossible, jail, the people's home
Uh, I'm rollin' up trees, I can smoke on
Sippin' on codeine, hop a oxycodone
V-fog the car, bitch, we flyin' through the ozone
I'll treat him, be big time, and so go and get your roll on
Drinkin' till the fog gone, I'm so gone, like so long
But goodbye, rest in shit, you could die alone
Seem like every situation I handle, I prolong
Same shit, different toilet paper I hold on
To it like a life preserver, I mean, I like to serve ya
Crackers eatin' at your hand, how the white could turn ya
How your life could turn in circles, but you ain't moved
I patiently waited, don't tell me what I can't do
Cause I analyzed the game and noticed that y'all needed this
But before all the doomy shit, it's just us heatherlin
Heaters could spit at you, open your eyes while you yawnin
Take over, you could smell me in the morning
Hey, look, the building's on fire
Can't climb back to this, under ceiling's on fire
Hey, I'm in my 3-2 zone
It's impossible, jail, the people's home
Hey, look, the building's on fire
Can't climb back to this, under ceiling's on fire
Hey, I'm in my 3-2 zone
It's impossible, jail, the people's home
In 02, I was recordin' in the basement of the church
Ten years later, it's astounding what they paid me for a verse
What they paid me for a verse, it used to make in the week
So I equipped, laid four verses, just the same as four keys
Stay bogey with my two, Mary Jane and Codeine
All day, every day, my swagger stay on lean
I ain't sicker than a nigga in a hospital bed
Please do not pass me your demo, I am not Phillip Bled
I just rat off in the wind, countin' stacks as I forget you
Keep my mind on my money and my money by my pistol
I am with whatever, wherever, nigga, I'm bout my issue
And if you think you better tell the ref to blow the whistle
But right now, I'ma keep bringin' the heat like LeBron James
Cuz they chill, no disrespect, right now, I'm blowin' flames
Www.fucktheworld
Bet you 30 racks tonight, I'ma make you feel the heat
F*ck the world
Bet you 30 racks tonight, I can f*ck your girl
Hey, look, the building's on fire
Can't climb back, the sun and the ceiling's on fire
Hey, I'm in my 3-2 zone
It's impossible jail, the people's on
Hey, look, the building's on fire
Can't climb back, the sun and the ceiling's on fire
Hey, I'm in my 3-2 zone
It's impossible jail, the people's on
Hey, I'm in my 3-2 zone
It's impossible jail, the people's on
Hey, I'm in my 3-2 zone
It's impossible jail, the people's on

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