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fuel for my fire
Daltron's rising higher
Welcome to my new digital empire
Hahahaaa
Sued by Sony? Bitch, please, get in line
My beats are cutting edge,

like a jet pilot
Killing beats pummel lyrics yeah I get violent
Diggin deeper every album till I hit my guts
Guzzle gas swallow matches till I spit fire

shit's so hot
I got more fire than the sun
But let's bring it back
You are sad and you project on me
And you will act like you ain't mad
But I see
That you

really matter
They just living trademark lives
From what Pac dropped
In his last album, it's sad
I saw him and Trav are so synonymous
Anonymous loves from

a danger if you bump my album with anger
Cuz this flow’s fire as ghost rider that’ll blow the river
Decapitator effect on this shit, bitch I’m overdriving

Demonic

Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)

(Intro)
You are vulnerable here I can not stop what is coming

of dat
They'll believe U a star
N we are
The most dynamic, rhyme rapping
Ever decided to find platinum
Niggas is solid in my faction
Questions, there's no

Roses are red, violets are blue 
Your ass looks phat and I wanna feel it too
Pardon me miss, don't mean to get you confused
But Could it be that

(wrapping), you getting a present
Addressing the youth how I'm addin a lesson (adolescent)

elitist are leechin on kids
Auctioning blood and they ready to bid

they are clever
Its letter by letter
Hold up lemme measure
How long ima do this
Uh Prolly forever
My mind is like treasure
King me like checkers

Go

Lihou is back in action
My last album was only part of me, I wasn't whole, and that's a fraction
Cause I'm the one on top of these lines, you guys are

address as phony
Fuels a fire in me
I brought the lighter with me
And the fluid congruent to rubbing on the box
Which ignites the light that nobody can

What's this?
A beat that I cooked up earlier
Oh, I would've thought you baked it cause it's so fire
Do you wanna rap over it?
Yeah
Okay
Let's go

I don't know how to give a fuck

I don't know how to give a fuck
No wonder this album fucking sucks
So many bars it's all to much
When there is

than the niggas round
Hit the med shop
HK said pick a pound
We don't fuck around
My team highed up
Blunts we fire up 
Shop for the oz
Hit the dealership

They say you shouldn't judge a book by it's cover
But a book is a poor comparison to a lover
Or should I say a sister, if I never kissed her
Or if it

Hey this is Catty I'm rappin in up 
When I step in the crowd people are clappin in up
I started rapping when I was Nineteen enough
Old school Hip Hop

My shit's straight bile
You're mild, you've got no style
I won't be impressed
or you possessed by baliel
I make beats like surgeons resume
To stitch

Yeah
Yeah!
Okay!
Okay
You know I'm getting real tired of the petty shit
Too many soft rounds now with a heavy grip
So many other rappers albums that

Sitting by the fire as it was going out
We had a conversation I know you've forgotten about
You had a lot of alcohol in you
Which made you brave

usually rub it off but my true feelings are surfacing
It's been a long time coming, I don't know where to start
Niggas I carried along but didn't make it

Album of the year says who says me bitch
You couldn't get this fire if you rubbed three sticks
I'm the shit you just not here's a kleenex
you pussy

sure I'll come back around but then I flee like a comet
There won't be a tomorrow for any crews of Apollo
Chasing a storm, drained by the blues in my

number for the souls under the heavens

Because I disrespected reverend confessions of my presence
Life lessons with a message, protracted by the most high