Wolverine - Casa De Fuego lyrics

[Produced by Wolverine] [Intro:] Yesss! [Verse 1:] Hold up! Cause I'm feeling something rattling, battling in my system--it's a body war I'm not God, but I am what you prayed for, so I make war--everybody charge I got no body art anywhere on my tan-colored body parts In other words, I'm not tough, but God is my bodyguard, so backing away is prob'ly smart Yuh I turn tables like I'm making k**er beats Give the scent of the lion to the wildebeest Give food to your mind and you're finna eat Spit it hot like I'm in the Middle East Racing hard like I'm in a swimmers' meet Till I get to ride in a limousine I'm already short, never try to belittle me I'm gonna k** your vibe if it's k**ing me Hip hop goes to the grave if I say so And the banks gonna stay closed So you can't get your pesos I'm so bright, people I don't like are a stain on my Day-Glo Don't say that you ain't know That me releasing an album is what they gonna wait for I was made to be great, so If you say you doubt it, I'll just say, "Okay, if you say so" Listen, listen to the way I slay game with my pistol drilling I done told you people that my mission isn't to be following any tradition, given my condition Better believe that my aim is to conquer my fears and my inhibitions and to put me in number one hit position Till somebody admits that I win and k** it in the building! Uh! [Hook:] Everybody put your hands up high (This is a house of fire) Blazing every mic until I die (This is a house of fire) If you got a lighter, raise it high (Let's make a house of fire) Watch me burn the roof and show the sky (This is a house of fire!) House of fire, yeah, it's a house of fire Never doubt what I'm about, yeah, it's a house of fire It's a house of fire, yes, it's a house of fire I'll raise a shout and drown you out, this is a house of fire! [Verse 2:] House of fire, casa de fuego I'm telling competitors "Hasta luego" But will I be seeing them anytime soon? Well, it won't be till they got a problem with pesos And need a free handout--right, you think I'll do a favor you would never return? Best believe when I wreck a beat and compare it to yours, I got a better feature You better be sure that your sk** is tight, or else you better not a**ume you're gonna k** the mic Better be sure that you're not old hat or a throwback, cause I don't think that that will suffice Yuh Just tighten your rhymes and your similes, make sure that every line'll be giving heat You're either hot or you're not, there's no time for the in-between; give me the mic, cause I'm finna beast On the mic, screaming, "Ball is life!" Coming at any other rapper walking by You never went hard, you chose the softer life I just show them my softer side, cause I'm an awesome guy And God's given me the jaws of life when otherwise, the wreckage of my life's car would die I got a drum in my heart that I don't wanna die And, in case you were wondering, I got an awesome life I done planned it out; you push your standards down I guess you're hoping your mission and mine cancel out I'm not a hand-me-down of any particular rapper; I don't hand this out, homie, I slam it down Until you're jamming out; I'm the man to spout The type of burning stuff you can't handle now You say you be the best? I don't see the threat! Got a GPS? You'd better cancel route I ain't here to represent those who I'm better than; if I'm with you, it's for both of our betterments Benefits aren't for you detriments to the rap game; I ain't settling; end it in sediment! Throwing dirt but I'm feeling no sentiment, tarnishing all of the back of your Letterman Jacket you got, then dropped out after getting it; bet that my message is ending your meddling! Everybody wants to get some, then when it comes, they be acting like they've always been the big one Till they get dumped and their fifteen minutes is up, then they act like the pit scum--are you this dumb? Give me the kick drum, let the lights dim some like Chinese food, room filling up like MSG I turn it up, no LSD; someday I'll ball like the NFC And I'm gone! [Hook] [Verse 3:] (Last verse... Here we go...) Darn right, it's a house of fire! Don't listen to anything from the mouths of liars All they ever do is lie around on couches, tired And lazy until the style of their sound expires No, you can't roll with me like you're out of tires Just sit around until you're out of fire I'm gonna set the whole town afire There's no dictating how inspired Everyone's gonna be, except for these newest targets I've now acquired Yuh Wolverine on that track, trick My collar's up with them flaps flipped There's no good name for my tactics But it's steak sauce, that's A-1 everything Report card, got A's on everything My hood up, that's Trayvon everything I'mma work hard till my face on everything Eating my cereal until my face on that box Will they love it or hate it or not? Who cares? Cause I still stay fly like I got a cape on everything Till the day I find crowds and I'm staying iced out and I'm throwing my cake on everything I'mma do what I do, burning when I'm in the booth every time I step up like it's take one everything! [Hook]