Arsonists - Blaze lyrics

Freestyle I suggest you keep your distance my d**h blow's inevitable, And your susceptible to physical injury this music industry Is full of sh** that's why I'm flipping, dipping and diving Phoney executives to keep my wins consecutive We also got a lot of actors who claim they bring the drama The only I'm getting laid out is with your mama, commas Couldn't stop me, semi-colons and hyphens When I freestyle two-hundred words a minute, sh** speed typing, I'm hyping And I see the light at the end of the tunnel like one in the chamber Ready to penetrate a stranger, I love the smell of danger, Hearing the word Arsonist ain't hard to figure yet Got to stop smoking Emcees somebody pa** me the nicorette *ladies and gentleman* Swel Put your hands together we about to bust your melon, Crossing the map with shows, our vinyl's top selling, So stop telling your tales your acting got no character, Need more practice? nah, you need more stamina The man with the intense spout, burning up the vehicle The battle's just me and you (gill), sorry, me and your crew There's no chance so run, so when you end up getting blazed Keep your ashes in an urn and make sure there being save Jise one I keep looking into the eyes of my enemy's fortress, snorkelling Deep within the outskirts forfeiting, calling stalling Rolling behind the backburner stomach turner, don't test me Creepy crawlers yawning, rapper's really starting to bore me Forcing me to flee upon a carnage spree disease Type remedy for the easy see T.N.T. powers that be Feed upon the energy conceits, combine our seeds Here to serve a good deed for those who need intervene you bleed [missing verse] D-Story I drop fakers like drapes after beat downs defeat clowns With street sounds neighbours tell me to keep the heat down In this cheap town where fool's slip like cool chip This ain't no school trip it's some cruel sh** like news clips Crews strip Demi Moore style, watch me rip through fakes, Cripple flakes, make non-believers do the triple take, I bomb crews without Tom Cruise on the mission My pole positions got competitions, mama wishing They're stuck to fishing by Ricky's lake or Richard's bay Rhyming with Billy Ocean or Al B Sure won't get you play By Joan's Rivers I clean clothes, lyrical mean pros Go against dream flows, hope your team knows We get around like news vans, giving black and blues man, So who can touch the man with flavours like Toucan? *Blaze in a maze* *Blaze in a maze* Q-Unique Fully equipped with a mic and a spray can I withstand Any wicked plan conjured by a wicked man, the quicker handle Snatch up rhyme Arsonist Q spark the match up The cipher's in flames got nothing to lose but a whole lot to gain So I remain the main master of ceremonial Like Puerto Rico remains prisoner by colonial Your half verses over shopped over curses couldn't phase My basic rhyme patterns you have you all standing in a maze I lace the track up as if it was my Nike air bu*ter The all knowing Emcees for unaware couldn't compare glare I outshine radiant rhymes, bring light to the subject of lyrical content The rhythm gift is god sent *Blaze* *Blaze* *Blaze* *Blaze*