Illinformed - Burn It lyrics

[Intro] Listen Woo (woo) [Verse 1: Fliptrix] They be like "yo, how did he get that flow?" Overly fresh like, nice hydro Don't hope for the best, I k** those shows Roll home to the wife have a zoot and a roast Hotel always try kick me out but I coast Looking bare way through the eyes of a ghost sh** gets tricky and still I hope, swing with a lyric That heated her up like pow (pow) If you really wanna' know how (how) I got the style so wow (wow) Still got an inner child but we've grown from Boyz To Men I write this sh** here with a poison pen I won't stop these sends 'til the Boydem get destroyed again To try coin the term they're getting merked by the first, third degree burns In a hearse with the words in the dirt's where they lurk Wanna see my id when I search, wanna bun my high diesel with my G's on the curb Fans pa**ed it like "jheeze (jheeze), that's Flips with the cheese (cheese)" Oh my word it stunk so much, got 'em flying with the birds No denying that my words, are inline with the storm, that's third I'm first in the race with a pace that merks Make clubs bounce like Kelly with a perm Stash that hash in an alley like...ash in a urn, gotta make that Cash gotta burn it, couldn't give a f** right now if I got no permit I'm out here perfecting my sk**s as a wordsmith Man stay chill like tip of the iceberg, I build my piff and burn it [Hook: Fliptrix] (x2) I'm going so rago, blowing up like ammo Bunning cro 'till I feel it in my Bone marrow Staying fly like arrows, but hiding in the shadows Mind resides in a timeless place beyond the gallows [Verse 2: Ocean Wisdom] Check Slapping a brother upon the back of the head if he try address me wrong An he best be strong If I man handle him then that's Anne Boleyn In fact that's execution from a standing swing And as a matter of fact I wouldn't stand by him, or you get hit With a skull on a random ting, I see the minimum amount of animation Given to a situation, now a brother's gonna handle it And if i bounce and a brother try stand and swing I won't [?] to resort to a strangling, Like damn You see me going ham on him, might put that beat like hammering And the day you see me flop in a diss be the day that Fliptrix eat ham again And the day you see flip flop in a diss be the day that feet don't meet sand again (pow, pow), really though, really though...I got the key, Key to the city though I got a E, vitamins, minerals I'm on the beat, listen and hear me though Really though, really though, I'm on a roll, look how they're flocking to see me,though Really though I got the world, world in my palm why you try snatch it Sick back and chill it out, here we go in wizzy combo, wizzy galore Lyrical k**er, now is it a will, wizzy on court, wizzy implores Them man are [?], I'm on the ball you're not at all I'm testing problems that you couldn't figure out, [?] None of your content ain't nothing to sing about [Hook: Fliptrix] (x2) I'm going so rago, blowing up like ammo Bunning cro 'till I feel it in my Bone marrow Staying fly like arrows, but hiding in the shadows Mind resides in a timeless place beyond the gallows