Author; Burly
Prod. by Burly
Mixed/ mastered by Papa
(LYRICS)
Funk B!
Checkmate
It's Burly
Ho, ha-ha
Gold
1ST VERSE
See i might be a little bit sceptic
So don't tell me what to do you messy
Bozos
I was on the verge of slipping off but i never slipped into the brook oh
I took the tools needed
Made sure i was fitted
Likka fuzz
Or better not
I would have end up sh**ted on by bullies
Got chained and locked
In a room full of mustard gas by life and
sh** doubt
Yet i emerged a fire dragon
Now i'm walking on like a lion roaring
Waiting to be dissed
So i can bring to y'all a glimpse
Of the other side of me
I've got the heart of a fighter
I'm propane, put off yoh lighter
Or dance in the fire
To the tone of the blast
s**ers spit loud
Yet i brought 'em down like flat tyres
Y'all should think twice
Before you step yoh foot on this coal on fire
s**er move!
CHORUS
I say that
Move when i say move, look, i hate being bothered
(wanna ride?)
You take the back seat
I take the wheel or keep moving
It's gonna be a hell of a ride so sit tight
'cause you're riding with the lyrical inferno
Move when i say move, i hate to brag
Oh, you should know that no gravity can pull me down
See i'm standing on the rock with the heart of a fighter
Trust me, you ain't messing with the lyrical inferno
2ND VERSE
A black man with a dark skin under a black sun
Ready to devour
With a heart painted black
No deny i spit fire
s**ers are seeking an extinguisher to put the fire out
Admit it punk
Burly is hotter
I'm so quick-witted
So quit tackling me or get heated
On my way to attain all i desire
Dude i'm quick fire
I gad about
When i don't know what to write about
No more
Sometimes i get this close-up picture of my past
I'm so fed up with this sh** spot
Like, when will i move on
I'm so refusing to go flip-flop
Already ticked the tick box
So think not
The lyrical inferno will not flop
So y'all can hit me more
Harder
That will only make me strong
s**er move!
CHORUS...
3RD VERSE
Now i'ma wreck these babes
I'ma bring that raw taste
Back to the game
And make 'em know that this no childish play
But a realist game
You wanna play?
Step back,buckle up and then hit the stage
And demonstrate
That you've got what it takes to usurp a space
I'm billy gating
While you s**ers hating
Why can't y'all just let him
My flow so sick, hey, can somebody call the medics
They say that i ain't blazing
They say that i'm shaky
They say that i ain't as crazy as shady
That my raps ain't flaming
It's crazy
These s**ers throw shots and take to heels
These s**ers throw stones at me while i'm throwing back grenades
So s**ers move when i say move
Or shatter to pieces
It's the lyrical inferno
In yoh smoking speakers
s**er move!
CHORUS