OP Beats - Fire-Barz R Us lyrics

Verse 1: Mr. Groove Lord be my witness, I'm all about my business And I will augment your a** with a quickness I ain't got time for your b**h-ness, I pitch this Rhyme from the trenches and that's it (boom) This is real rap, real spit no counterfeit I will never dumb it down, I will always be equipped to wear the crown Every syllable is like a four pound shell thus Every verse is fully loaded like an arsenal When I rip it's like arsenic is spewing from my lungs I'm the god of the game so they revere me in tongues Walk-by and spray automatic monologues Every bar is trained in black ops just to murder ya'll It's along fall from the top and haters try and shake the tree But if I topple off I'll just spread my wings I'm the ordained king of all kings And I'm about to bring swift d**h to swag in skinny jeans (rah) Hook: Lady Amazon Fire we got that heat we spit that Fire ignited by our speech we lit that Fire burn up these beats emit that Fire cremate all the deceased These barz r us Verse 2: Mr. Groove n***as hate that the lone star got the best bars written sh**tin' on they heads like a pigeon Pitchin' heat high and inside they be forced to back up off the plate My words of war they penetrate and make your body menstruate I make the drama escalate you better get it straight You better not provoke the ire or the smoke will turn to fire I'm the sire where the verbs are concerned I can make em euphoric or they can take a devilish turn The highest level I've earned Underground King f** the mainstream Hangman's the machine they are evading And my man's they do the same thing, spittin' gang green I'm in the red square clap the crowd like it was Beijing Meaning you are facing execution for real No last words or meal all you get are these bars of steel Mark your calendar another challenger ripped So bow your head and pray and make the sound of the crucifix Hook: Lady Amazon Fire we got that heat we spit that Fire ignited by our speech we lit that Fire burn up these beats emit that Fire cremate all the deceased These barz r us Verse 3: Ill Silla Coming with the best flow first we let the best go Then we eat the beat up like its pasta no pesto I gotsta go fresh ho my roster so blessed tho Illiterate rappers say that we spit that blessed flow We getting blessed tho droppin' like it's fresh tho This is how the best roll you impressed say yes ho Got the best dro in these blunts that's that Denver City Mile High All the while I wild out on your style guy While your style's out I spit the truth don't leave my tile out k**ing all these rappers till these bodies start to pile high Pilling the foothills from foothills to mountain summit Thats why i feel so above your head it wouldn't help to dumb it Unh b**h I run it unh Can't stop and stand with me k**ing all these fakers man we take that to extremities Turn celebrities to stardust cuhz most stars don't bar us Spittin out whats real and nothing less these bars they really r us