Alas Tis’ my boiling pot,
A cannon shoots a flame aimed at one spot.
Don’t hate me, hate the money I see,
The accomplices and friends that claim to be.
That illuminator, that(**explosion**)
A big threat to the hater,
Commentator’s on the ringside watching the vapor.
They start to mumble,
they wanna rumble,
Shake me and jack me like a lame no good fumble.
Smoke fills the room as you see…
A hardcore champion that was born to be.
I caught the mockery with a jab,
Had a figure four fever and pulled this tab…
Words hotter than pink cookies crumbled in a bag.
…
Burning like no other,
My light stay bright shining for my brother.
Fierce and dominate,
Respected and prominent,
A constant enferno keeps a funk like parliament.
I’m standing my ground and trying not to get tied up
into a fetter,
Tryna’ stick to a faith that tells me life gets better.
These thugs get no love
So they get attacked by the slug,
Into a steam like the warmth of my coffee mug.
So this is how I’m goin out,
Like a three alarm bond fire, I’m showin’ out!
This is why I’m hot
This is why I’m fire,
The reason why you’re not
Your fuel is little hope and no desire.
