Immolate
Woo
Yeah, yeah
Hahahaha
Oh my God
You lot got me heated
Don't speak unless I authorize, don't even let a thought arise
I grab tongues and rip them out, then spit flame and cauterize (Yeah)
I slaughter guys, you were dead soon as you caught my eye
お前はもう死んでいる
何?
I'm so incendiary, don't even think to air me
That gas just fan to a fire, yuh I'm immolating
I'm bright, I'm scintillating, you're washed, you're irrigating
Your mud's humiliating, not even irritating
Yeah, this is not anger, it's disappointment
Man try burn me, man spit ointment
Man hasn't got that fire in his heart
Man spit Gaviscon, like raa
Me? I'm wild like a forest fire
Off-kilter, killswitch flicked, unflinching
Filled up with this fricative kindling
Wait, oh, wait, light, wait
Light work to bun lightweights, I light them up like a fireplace
You bucket crabs move sideways; I'm bent but I still fly straight
I miss quiet days coz all the noise, I feel it
But God gave me the gift to immolate, so, I blaze the mic to a cinder, yuck
Immolate, immolate, yeah, I immolate
Immolate, immolate, yeah, I immolate
I innovate, you're insulated, you sit and hate
Immolate (Yeah, it's Juliet's)
Inflame (Yeah, it's Juliet's)
Inciner
Yeah, it's Juliet's first born
Here to keep them hearses warm
Apocalyptic flow, I blow like Jibrail's cursed horn
You know I'm big business coz I'm guzzling fuel
Spinning grooves, mix a newer brew, call that revolution
These cherubs try to bite but that shit is malocclusion (Ok)
Gruesome, like the crime scene I make when I breathe
Try me, you can catch this lava like Hawai'i
Ugh, are you trying to be dead? (Why?)
I'm a hot-headed demon I got fires to set
Annihilation to prep, I haven't got time for you, gentle wets
I immolate, immolate, yeah, I immolate
Immolate, immolate, yeah, I immolate
I innovate, you're insulated, you sit and hate
Immolate, inflame, incinerate
Immolate, immolate, yeah, I immolate
Immolate, immolate, yeah, I immolate
I innovate, you're insulated, you sit and hate
Immolate, inflame, incinerate
Impale posers with prose until pale and decomposing
The most corrosive of poets that no others come close to
These foes on the flow, they get vex when I flex
Cah I use it as a method to maintain composure
Composed of matter but flow massless
Paradox of a master craftsman (I'm too flashy)
Gatekeeper gate crasher, spiced sucrose down the hatchet
Shiver a bit, grit the fangs, Clank, Ratchet, raspy asthmatic laughter, I smile, bashful
The bloodshot sky bows its head for the forthcoming disaster
Flick of the wrist? Nah, more like the flick of a slasher
I'll redact your last chapter
Who'd have thought shy Samiir was a striking spear
Inciting awe and fear in the minds of my hypest peers
When I leer, flash of light and the mic is seared
It's quite severe, I alight stage bathed in cheers
Patrons raise their beers as I fade and disappear
All I hear is, "Who the hell was that amazing queer?"
Listen, this here is the angel of death, the haunting crimson immolation of the sacred bereft
The inhaler of so-so poets; brazenly raising the hairs on the nape of their neck, chop
These donnies cop guap but stay greener than guac
I got a Molotov soul coz the spirit is hot
I spill my whole fucking heart whether listened to or not
You don't want to swap shots, man, I'm at the top kotched
I'm top notch
Yeah, yeah
Hahahaha
Oh my God
You lot got me heated
Don't speak unless I authorize, don't even let a thought arise
I grab tongues and rip them out, then spit flame and cauterize (Yeah)
I slaughter guys, you were dead soon as you caught my eye
お前はもう死んでいる
何?
I'm so incendiary, don't even think to air me
That gas just fan to a fire, yuh I'm immolating
I'm bright, I'm scintillating, you're washed, you're irrigating
Your mud's humiliating, not even irritating
Yeah, this is not anger, it's disappointment
Man try burn me, man spit ointment
Man hasn't got that fire in his heart
Man spit Gaviscon, like raa
Me? I'm wild like a forest fire
Off-kilter, killswitch flicked, unflinching
Filled up with this fricative kindling
Wait, oh, wait, light, wait
Light work to bun lightweights, I light them up like a fireplace
You bucket crabs move sideways; I'm bent but I still fly straight
I miss quiet days coz all the noise, I feel it
But God gave me the gift to immolate, so, I blaze the mic to a cinder, yuck
Immolate, immolate, yeah, I immolate
Immolate, immolate, yeah, I immolate
I innovate, you're insulated, you sit and hate
Immolate (Yeah, it's Juliet's)
Inflame (Yeah, it's Juliet's)
Inciner
Yeah, it's Juliet's first born
Here to keep them hearses warm
Apocalyptic flow, I blow like Jibrail's cursed horn
You know I'm big business coz I'm guzzling fuel
Spinning grooves, mix a newer brew, call that revolution
These cherubs try to bite but that shit is malocclusion (Ok)
Gruesome, like the crime scene I make when I breathe
Try me, you can catch this lava like Hawai'i
Ugh, are you trying to be dead? (Why?)
I'm a hot-headed demon I got fires to set
Annihilation to prep, I haven't got time for you, gentle wets
I immolate, immolate, yeah, I immolate
Immolate, immolate, yeah, I immolate
I innovate, you're insulated, you sit and hate
Immolate, inflame, incinerate
Immolate, immolate, yeah, I immolate
Immolate, immolate, yeah, I immolate
I innovate, you're insulated, you sit and hate
Immolate, inflame, incinerate
Impale posers with prose until pale and decomposing
The most corrosive of poets that no others come close to
These foes on the flow, they get vex when I flex
Cah I use it as a method to maintain composure
Composed of matter but flow massless
Paradox of a master craftsman (I'm too flashy)
Gatekeeper gate crasher, spiced sucrose down the hatchet
Shiver a bit, grit the fangs, Clank, Ratchet, raspy asthmatic laughter, I smile, bashful
The bloodshot sky bows its head for the forthcoming disaster
Flick of the wrist? Nah, more like the flick of a slasher
I'll redact your last chapter
Who'd have thought shy Samiir was a striking spear
Inciting awe and fear in the minds of my hypest peers
When I leer, flash of light and the mic is seared
It's quite severe, I alight stage bathed in cheers
Patrons raise their beers as I fade and disappear
All I hear is, "Who the hell was that amazing queer?"
Listen, this here is the angel of death, the haunting crimson immolation of the sacred bereft
The inhaler of so-so poets; brazenly raising the hairs on the nape of their neck, chop
These donnies cop guap but stay greener than guac
I got a Molotov soul coz the spirit is hot
I spill my whole fucking heart whether listened to or not
You don't want to swap shots, man, I'm at the top kotched
I'm top notch
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Writer(s): Samiir Saunders
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