I Spit The Fire [radio]

I'm coming straight from the underground I'm digging your grave, When I spit they can hear me in the mountains and cave's. My heat like a microwave they label me fire, With a flame by my name when you see me on the flyer. You knew you had it coming I'm spitting like Andre Drummond, Better clear my space or I'm running and gunning. You running Oxygen on the count of ten, You getting dizzy like a turntable spin. You call another driver you calling a friend, You can't make it home alone because you out of wind. Now you lost your legs and your bones feel like rubber, Your blood pressure rose and your heart began to flutter. I'm bout to put this on my man I'm about my bizz, I'm like a thunder storm in the rain it is what is. I'm leaving clue's with shoes and clothes, Left his hands on the fire that was stuck to the stove. I'm like Gin with the strength of many men, With unseen forces who love to see me win, Hater's and debater's I consider them traitor's, And they sweet as they come eat them and spit them like a Now And Later. I'm clever with my web the trap of a spider, Then I had you dissolved in my chemical my saliva. I Spit The Fire, I'm Here To Get Busy. I Spit The Fire, I'm Here To Get Busy. I Spit The Fire, I'm To Get Busy. When You Think Of My Return You Start To Get Dizzy. I step up to the plate I want who next in Line, And I'm a blow him to smithereens like I was a land mine. Plus I got what you need you waiting on tomorrow, Get your credit up and then you can talk to me to borrow. Remember I'm a boss they can find you lost. I can talk about you ending over steak and sauce. A target on track with a mark on your back, Got you looking over your shoulder in a panic attack. You mind is on freeze like you got a disease, When I come up in your grill you begging me please. A watch dog monitor speed limit odometer, Competition caught a fever they need a thermometer. In case you wondering father knows best, I had to son you I won You I mastered my quest. Another contest that's a verbal assault, Now you a no show that's a win by default. Better pick and choose your battle you ain't built like that, I'm like a pitfall starving and you food as a cat. Without a plan of escape and I'm a read you a lullaby, My love for you Nah man I see your mother cry. Now you reaching out to all of your bro's, So you can push you can push your sadness and you can end your woe's. I Spit The Fire, I'm Here to Get Busy. I Spit The Fire, I'm Here To Get Busy. I Spit The Fire I'm, Here To Get Busy. When You Think Of My Return You Start To Get Dizzy.