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Shut your eyes and you’ll burst into flames Visions of bodies bein', visions of bodies bein' burned Visions of bodies bein', visions of bodies bein' burned But I ain't goin' out, but I ain't goin' out without a fight But I ain't goin' out without a fight I grab a motherfuckin' whale by the tail fin Throw it through the sky, hit a jet make it tailspin Spit straight lava my mouth is a volcano Crush Allah Rakim in my palm like soft playdough Travel on tours on the back of a torpedo Inside of a tornado, you better reform NATO Gold chains, gold crown, hoes who love to go down Turn your city block into a ghost town Real spooky, full of crack addicts with no goals Well I'm the Grim Reaper pullin' souls through nose holes Y'all are feminine as phones that are rose gold Your flows old, already expired and grows mold I'm so cold I could freeze boilin' water, boil your water Deploy your harder track 'cause I destroyed you softer rappers Swear they trap 'em and never ever say coke That’s why you catch a contact just walkin' through weed smoke Fire starter, pyrotechnical technician You better listen or they'll find you with your head missin' Certified Pharaoh, find me in Fahrenheit's Letras de cancionesHot enough to disinfect the mic from all you parasites One verse is hot as the sun's surface Hot as a gun burst is, burnin' ya epidermis And my high school superlative said I'm the most murderous Convertin' this verse into a furnace and start burnin' this Visions of bodies bein', visions of bodies bein' burned Visions of bodies bein', visions of bodies bein' burned But I ain't goin' out, but I ain't goin' out without a fight But I ain't goin' out without a fight Fallin' out the sky hit the ground and the earth shakes I shouldn't even be on this planet in the first place The son of a god, Krypton is my birthplace I murder in chronological order by birthdate So every sucker rappers extinct, I happen to think Souls of my foes get trapped in my ink Write flows with the ghosts of the recently deceased Sound waves I compose are the frequency of the beast Six hundred and sixty six megahertz a verse Tour bus is a hearse, every show is a church I deliver the last rites every time I smash mics Doctor Frankenstein diggin' with flashlights To suture and stitch, I'm a computer that spits I'm from the future and we don't listen to Future you bitch Terminator metamorphin' to liquid metal, a wicked devil Rippin' several rappers to shreds on a different level The most high exalted, suckers who get assaulted Catapulted off the ground on their body and summersaulted The sum of all summers I summon power to alter My physical form and channel the souls of the greatest authors I'm Hiawatha, hot as a fire walker Emergin' from underwater in a fuckin' flyin' saucer (At night I can’t sleep) I think too deep So I strike up a match and throw gasoline sheep Visions of bodies bein', visions of bodies bein' burned Visions of bodies bein', visions of bodies bein' burned But I ain't goin' out, but I ain't goin' out without a fight But I ain't goin' out, out without a fight Burned, burned, burned, bein' burned, burn "Burn you fucker, burn!" From Letras Mania