The Gumz - The Furnace lyrics

(Intro) Razah Yeah, there comes a day and a time man When we gon' take back what's ours (Yeah) Yo chop his head off man and give it back to him, man [Gumz] Yo, yo, Ghost is a Pharaoh, ferocious Shoot a broken arrow inside your bone marrow Over phone tarot readings, mothaf**a I'ma be in the light You ain't seeing what I bring to the mic? Got a fresh set of sk**s, k**s like a ma** murderer You ain't heard of me? About to be hurting ya My rhymes are on another level Take the elevator to the top floor, boost space down tremble Never settle, everything I spit is hot burning Cats call my studio the furnace sh** is real, mothaf**as trying to get a deal Spitting pop sh**, where's the hip-hop sh**? I miss that, when cats use to spit f**ing three minute verse And it wasn't for a purse You're f**ing with the wrong dude Take this sh** too serious, I hear the radio, I'm in a bad mood I'ma live it, word's vivid, so committed to this rap sh** I'm about to be committed (Chorus) Gumz We set it off in the furnace Don't know the name, better learn it You want respect in this game?, you gotta earn it Ghost stay f**ing with the G.G.O Razah on the track, and you're about to see me blow We set it off in the furnace Don't know the name, better learn it You want respect in this game?, you gotta earn it Ghost stay f**ing with the G.G.O Razah on the track, and you're about to witness the show [Hell Razah] Renaissance Child, (Yeah), Razah Rubiez Put on your banksta mode and fall back Watch me get into my zone I ain't popped off yet and already been cloned Young Christ when I write n***as picking up stones And New York be the modern day Rome Sit in my throne, young King David I'm most hated but I still made it And you're a flock that've been overrated I ain't plugged into no Matrix I smoke weed with the smile of faces It's either Heaven or we Hell Raz[ing] Holding hostages and gun waving Tell Bush no negotiating 'Cause they still owe repercussions I'm underground Where there's train stations For my brain there will be no placements Only God know what I'm thinking Another dollar every hour that your eye blinking Free the slaves, black Abe Lincoln Only thing is that my pants hanging And be with k**ers that be gang-banging Black Angels with form faces 24 elders above the hell shelters of Satan (Chorus) X2 [Hell Razah] Yeah, Maccabeez, it's going to be a ma**ive body count (Sunz of Man, Ghost, yeah) We stomp you n***as