Lyrics:
guts when shit gets real
Blood spills on tha curbs of dat 3rd
Killa connection train to serv, Magnolia niggas words
Why's dat? they say uptown's a cut
the court room, my trial began
Where I was handled by twelve honest men
Just before the jury started out
I saw that little judge commence to look about
I can feel shame over me
(I believe you know just what you're doing now)
And I know it burn like 3rd degree
Yeah, yeah
But how she move can make
But, it's deeper than this, I'm not the only one who sees, it lies in diversity;
acceptance to a degree, only to a degree.
The fire that once
a microphone fiend
Got a studio in my bag
Anyplace any time I let the mic drop
St Josephs 3rd St
Where the goons at
(Magane gothallva)
Fuck around hit pound
The young’ns are coming up you
Older rappers are tense
You niggas is washed up sounding
Like the 3rd rinse
And yeah I’m judging you by your cycle
The highest
cause my 3rd Eye
All at they neck like a Tie
Know I wear a Vest Tote Fire
A Nigga want it bad no lie
A Nigga Guess Wrong
Cause I'll let a Guess Go by
Why
love me more than the rest of these Posed a question to some modern day jesus freaks so then I let him speak
3rd Verse
Tic tock out of time it's
at quarter past three
And we'll make a batch of mulled wine
Get wrecked down by the fire
Fill the house with joy and Christmas trees
Just move back home with
fire)
I send holy ghost fire( holy ghost fire)*3,
In that there trees( holy ghost fire)
In that there land,
Even that evil alter(burn by fire),
Even that
wouldn't bow
They would not bow their knee to the idol made of gold
They wouldn't burn
They were protected by the fourth man in the fire
They wouldn't
the fireman (yeah), fire, f-fireman (yeah)
I got that fire, I'm hollering (yeah)
I got that fire, come and try me, and (yeah)
You can spark it up and I'ma
Loaded thats how im riding/
That 3rd row or more trunk space I'm indecisive/
Why they change up when the money come/
Niggas is quick to blame it on being
The first, a youth, with soul of fire,
Held in his hand a golden lyre
Through groves he wandered, and by streams, Playing the music of our dreams.
The second,
really unknown so watch yo tone when you speak to me
Cause if you stepping fire you get burnt like it's 3rd degree
No bluffing in my rap, everything I say
my content to leave no blank space (Wooh)
In my thoughts, in my rhymes, in my words
You can spray bad bars I'll spray worse
You might catch some 3rd
She arose from the raw earth, the color of dirt leftover
Rotating sphere on her shoulders, she's been carrying this 3rd rock boulder
Reclaiming mass,
higher
Blue lighter pass me that fire
Halo yellow make the times brighter
3rd house its a whole choir
My daddy dead his daddy dead
I was raised and named by the The 3rd’s
In dread , I bow my head
Look up and I pray,
Then I ask why I’m this way
I
fans long pass 3rd mainland
Bridge
And no n**** in da street
Go make sure my mama feed
So I go 365 days
Grind for some slips
Mo chase dreams bit
Meek
and make my move
inspite of you
repeat chorus:
baby can you please warm up to me
you can set me free
3rd chorus:
turn the heat up, baby just warm up to me
government
Bang, bang goes the broken glass and
Kill all the fags that don't agree
Trials by fire, setting fire
Is not a way that's meant for me
Just
Uh uh, check it
I'm hotter than a hundred degrees with my coat on
Playing with a dynamite stick, where did I go wrong?
Somebody pull the fire along
could talk for myself
And Lord Knows I shine (Lord)
Ain't no nigga formin' words for me
Pshh, Fire, 3rd degree
Mind off this planet
Certainly
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