Burly - The lyrical inferno lyrics
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