Inferno
Burn it Burn it up
Now burn it up
Burn it Burn it up
Yeah burn it up
We gon' bring the fire yeah yeah
We gon' bring the fire yeah yeah
Blow Torch, furnace
Matches, lighters
Candles, Ovens
Electrical wires
Petroleum, Lava
Charcoal, stars
They're all on fire
Just like Remy Ma (Now)
HipHop and RnB, yeah I be blazing that
Accapella instrumental either way I'm flaming that
H.G.L.L that's where they made me at
And all this awesomeness, I'm pyromaniac
Exploded on the scene
Then I eat up, I baked it
The chimney on the roof, I'm the boiler on the basement
I'm flat and still when it comes to the basics
My body made out the same material your safe is
All hail to the King
Bow down kiss the ring
We about to blow it up
Nitroglycerine
Never roll we out of here
Places that you never been
When I say we taking over that means we taking everything
We gon' make it hot like Inferno
You gonna have to open up a window
We gon' bring the fire yeah yeah
We gon' bring the fire yeah yeah
Burn it Burn it up
Now burn it up
Burn it Burn it up
Yeah burn it up
We gon' bring the fire yeah yeah
We gon' bring the fire yeah yeah (no!)
Picture me without fireworks for lungs
See forth brains
I took glycerine for a tongue
Temperature rising as soon as I hit the road
Its electrical, my biometric be long and hells too
The moment I felt gasoline in the attic
Remy went to the basement to get us a box of matches
I'm swiveling, turn the flame
No worry we dressed the matches
We need to burry 'em only ashes, aside the casket! (Aye!)
Smoking ashes. No
It ain't over
We still got blow torches the flame thrower
The rap of the city must over fire
Straight lines for mines
Pow! Holds the front page
Remy true to your face
Ignite your grills
See I'm a fire starter, you a fire a drill
Told ya I'm the truth and you lying still
I mean, you can't move, you lying still
I'm sick, its bad and I'm a rapper
I'm ill, I went to the pyro-practer
He said "Rem you got a fever, you too hot ain't no one touching you"(Third-degree burn)
And you hardly combustible (Boom)
We gon' burn it up like Inferno (Boom!)
We gon' make it hot like Inferno (Burn!)
We gon' bring the fire yeah yeah
We gon' bring the fire yeah yeah
We gon' make it hot like Inferno (Boom!)
You gonna have to open up a window (Burn!)
We gon' bring the fire yeah yeah
We gon' bring the fire yeah yeah
Burn it Burn it up
Now burn it up
Burn it Burn it up
Yeah burn it up
We gon' bring the fire yeah yeah
We gon' bring the fire yeah yeah
(Burn it!)
Now burn it up
Burn it Burn it up
Yeah burn it up
We gon' bring the fire yeah yeah
We gon' bring the fire yeah yeah
Blow Torch, furnace
Matches, lighters
Candles, Ovens
Electrical wires
Petroleum, Lava
Charcoal, stars
They're all on fire
Just like Remy Ma (Now)
HipHop and RnB, yeah I be blazing that
Accapella instrumental either way I'm flaming that
H.G.L.L that's where they made me at
And all this awesomeness, I'm pyromaniac
Exploded on the scene
Then I eat up, I baked it
The chimney on the roof, I'm the boiler on the basement
I'm flat and still when it comes to the basics
My body made out the same material your safe is
All hail to the King
Bow down kiss the ring
We about to blow it up
Nitroglycerine
Never roll we out of here
Places that you never been
When I say we taking over that means we taking everything
We gon' make it hot like Inferno
You gonna have to open up a window
We gon' bring the fire yeah yeah
We gon' bring the fire yeah yeah
Burn it Burn it up
Now burn it up
Burn it Burn it up
Yeah burn it up
We gon' bring the fire yeah yeah
We gon' bring the fire yeah yeah (no!)
Picture me without fireworks for lungs
See forth brains
I took glycerine for a tongue
Temperature rising as soon as I hit the road
Its electrical, my biometric be long and hells too
The moment I felt gasoline in the attic
Remy went to the basement to get us a box of matches
I'm swiveling, turn the flame
No worry we dressed the matches
We need to burry 'em only ashes, aside the casket! (Aye!)
Smoking ashes. No
It ain't over
We still got blow torches the flame thrower
The rap of the city must over fire
Straight lines for mines
Pow! Holds the front page
Remy true to your face
Ignite your grills
See I'm a fire starter, you a fire a drill
Told ya I'm the truth and you lying still
I mean, you can't move, you lying still
I'm sick, its bad and I'm a rapper
I'm ill, I went to the pyro-practer
He said "Rem you got a fever, you too hot ain't no one touching you"(Third-degree burn)
And you hardly combustible (Boom)
We gon' burn it up like Inferno (Boom!)
We gon' make it hot like Inferno (Burn!)
We gon' bring the fire yeah yeah
We gon' bring the fire yeah yeah
We gon' make it hot like Inferno (Boom!)
You gonna have to open up a window (Burn!)
We gon' bring the fire yeah yeah
We gon' bring the fire yeah yeah
Burn it Burn it up
Now burn it up
Burn it Burn it up
Yeah burn it up
We gon' bring the fire yeah yeah
We gon' bring the fire yeah yeah
(Burn it!)
Credits
Writer(s): Rodney Jerkins, Justin Lay, Remy Smith, Desmond Barnes, Brandon Hicks
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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