FIRE
I don't think anybody's brave enough to do this
What I'm about to do here
But I give all praises to
The God of Abraham
The God of Isaac
And The God of Jacob
Y'all gon' get what's comin
U hurd?
Alright
Talkin'
Bout red pottage
Talkin' bout Flames
U u needa cook don't u?
U u u needa cook don't u?
Foreign exchange
Parasitic gains
Acidic veins
Cherry filled games
Shout out King James
You puppet
I love it
Spilt soil
Aluminum foil
Cooked in your own spoil
Call my bluff
Y'all aint tuff
Enough
Enough
I get love
You show funds
I take funds
Cause those my funds
And this His game
You just nun
You gon' run
But you can't hide
Cause God's my guide
For you just wood and stone
I get licks and slavery
You get aids and death
I was the slave
You theft
This his game
So whose next
I see FIRE
Raining down
I see FIRE
I am being saved!
By FIRE
FIRE!
Writings on the wall don't you see it?
I wish you could for my mommas sake
But it seems you'll never believe
In me
Just a lightskin living in a fairytale
But you still called me nigger
Cause you live in hell
You still shut me down
When all I knew was you
It hurts the most when family over looks you
Breaks you
And binds you
To something that they can except
Anything but you
A diamond in the ruff
All they saw was doo doo
Just a mistake that coulda been another you
Maybe then you'd take me with you
To make those dollars
To share your gifts
To learn and study
But instead I was just a little too muddy
Well look, here's my doo doo
While I smack it in your face
Now you can jump around
You black face
I see FIRE
Raining down
I see FIRE
I am being saved!
By FIRE
FIRE!
This goes out to all you foul old farts
Whom be molesting yo loved ones
Whom look to the web to satisfy the devil that is you
To satisfy the egyptian coming to the surface of you
You nasty fuck
You probably live in a mansion
You probably grossed 50 mill this month
You probably make all the movies
That we sit down with chips and munch
You probably whore out all my brothers
So they can rap about which model they've munched
You nasty broken heart
You tacky old scar
Gimmie back my gold bars
So I can worship the Lord
Who gon' tear yo ass in half
U hurd?
I see FIRE
Raining down
I see FIRE
I am being saved!
By FIRE
FIRE!
Let it burn... yea
What I'm about to do here
But I give all praises to
The God of Abraham
The God of Isaac
And The God of Jacob
Y'all gon' get what's comin
U hurd?
Alright
Talkin'
Bout red pottage
Talkin' bout Flames
U u needa cook don't u?
U u u needa cook don't u?
Foreign exchange
Parasitic gains
Acidic veins
Cherry filled games
Shout out King James
You puppet
I love it
Spilt soil
Aluminum foil
Cooked in your own spoil
Call my bluff
Y'all aint tuff
Enough
Enough
I get love
You show funds
I take funds
Cause those my funds
And this His game
You just nun
You gon' run
But you can't hide
Cause God's my guide
For you just wood and stone
I get licks and slavery
You get aids and death
I was the slave
You theft
This his game
So whose next
I see FIRE
Raining down
I see FIRE
I am being saved!
By FIRE
FIRE!
Writings on the wall don't you see it?
I wish you could for my mommas sake
But it seems you'll never believe
In me
Just a lightskin living in a fairytale
But you still called me nigger
Cause you live in hell
You still shut me down
When all I knew was you
It hurts the most when family over looks you
Breaks you
And binds you
To something that they can except
Anything but you
A diamond in the ruff
All they saw was doo doo
Just a mistake that coulda been another you
Maybe then you'd take me with you
To make those dollars
To share your gifts
To learn and study
But instead I was just a little too muddy
Well look, here's my doo doo
While I smack it in your face
Now you can jump around
You black face
I see FIRE
Raining down
I see FIRE
I am being saved!
By FIRE
FIRE!
This goes out to all you foul old farts
Whom be molesting yo loved ones
Whom look to the web to satisfy the devil that is you
To satisfy the egyptian coming to the surface of you
You nasty fuck
You probably live in a mansion
You probably grossed 50 mill this month
You probably make all the movies
That we sit down with chips and munch
You probably whore out all my brothers
So they can rap about which model they've munched
You nasty broken heart
You tacky old scar
Gimmie back my gold bars
So I can worship the Lord
Who gon' tear yo ass in half
U hurd?
I see FIRE
Raining down
I see FIRE
I am being saved!
By FIRE
FIRE!
Let it burn... yea
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Writer(s): Christopher Martin
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