ZEPS - On Fire Remix lyrics

[Verse 1: Bobby Winning] I am, so fanatic with this sh** man It's like a crack addiction every time a track is written I need another fix asap so Im right back to the spitting Been like this ever since I was a kid practicing in the kitchen Tapping the beat with my hand while scrabbeling on the sheets man It's the best feeling, right next to tapping a** on chickens And pouring up gla**es of the liquor. I prefer Cognac or Whiskey Think I'm worth billions when I'm relaxing with my misses Then I'm right back at it. I'm so sporadic with the flipping Practicing different flows, so I can vary the axes of rhythm Regardless of which context I'm pa**ionately gripping I do it with sprinkles of mathematical wisdom f** it. I'm dope even if I bar random gibberish With no facts in the sentence I still grab a mention There's no wonder I'm laughing at you midgets I make y'all look ridiculous like Shaq when he tripping [Chorus: Bobby Winning] You see I lock sh**. And then I pop sh** And then we Rock it like a rocket Start a moshpit, on some rock sh** And then we burn down the god damn top list That hot sh**. I got it, no lying Feel it in the vibe there's no denying that I am On fire Motherf**er I'm on fire [Verse 2: ZEPS] I am, so fanatic with this sh** man It's like a coke addiction every time the dope is drippin My flow precision is potent so ima go the distance Whether fresh freestyles or kickin older writtens I got the pole position, always in first place Never wack rap, that is the worst case All beats are sick, every verse great Pussies that want beef, i call it skirt steak I love boom bap gutter when i wanna spit But u might hear me do electronic sh** Jazz tobacco with my live band ima flip Like a marijuana spliff strong like a monolith My conglomerate consists, of straight spittas Gorilla ape k**as forilla we stay illa fill a Cup, with your favorite drink and raise it My mom raised a kid with nothin but John Blaze sh** [Chorus: Bobby Winning] You see I lock sh**. And then I pop sh** And then we Rock it like a rocket Start a moshpit, on some rock sh** And then we burn down the god damn top list That hot sh**. I got it, no lying Feel it in the vibe there's no denying that I am On fire Motherf**er I'm on fire [Break: Bobby Winning] Gotta have a third though I live for the first Started off a kindergarten thug, graduated to a nerd Hip hop, I'm so infatuated by Her. So I Never amputate my words, I'm calculating all my verses [Verse 3: ZEPS] Ayo Bobby. How come promoters sleepin' on me Like I can't pack a house, damn, come on B I'ma tell them all f** you calmly ZEPS in the best, dead a** like a zombie Track sheets, check my stats rap athlete Only fat beats blowing up like plastique All these wack geeks belong in a trash heap Lazy pricks, i recorded 5 songs last week! [Verse 4: Bobby Winning] Feed them to the ma**es and watch them heads blow I swear to everything sacred my best flow is like a d**h roll Cranked on espresso and then I just go The outcome is something like track 12 on Stankon So by now you should know what fire is Cuz motherf**er. We got that fire b**h Whenever I write stuff so I dare you to put me in a cypher Bobby Winning, I'm on fire like Richard Pryor high with a motherf**ing [Chorus: Bobby Winning] You see I lock sh**. And then I pop sh** And then we Rock it like a rocket Start a moshpit, on some rock sh** And then we burn down the god damn top list That hot sh**. I got it, no lying Feel it in the vibe there's no denying that I am On fire Motherf**er I'm on fire