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brothers of the stone - burning my soul lyrics

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[verse 1: leaf dog]
f+ck the radio
all of that f+cking commercial pop sh+t. f+ck that. (f+ck your playlist) ain’t what i’m about. (f+ck paying to be in a magazine)
all about true lyrics, true sk!lls son
step it up

i listen to the radio and feel my soul burning
do you measure greatness on sk!ll or just earning?
what determines a true legend in the game?
it’s concerning how our points of views ain’t quite the same
it won’t change, it’s arranged by the powers that be
but without them you can’t define what is a real mc
some’ll make themselves free, while othеrs just play the role
i’ll build my own bridge, you’rе on his paying the toll

they can’t take control, like they stuck on autopilot
always say they’ll sell up front, day one and don’t hide it!
never sayin’ nothing, then somehow they ain’t quiet
this is revolution rap, underground start the riot

bring it back! all your seeing is the boom and the bap
like the old school batman show, when he would attack
the fans ain’t no fool, even though you like to think it’s fact
they just like me…wondering ‘where’s all the classics at?’

[chorus]
baby dont you know my souls on fire x 4

[verse:2 bva]
my ears are f+ckin bleedinnng
f+ck that
no ones buyin that
no ones hearin that
i never heard of the group past but i still hope they break up
if thats livin proof than whys that bloke wearin make up
how much room does youre head take up? cause you keep droppin hits
but thats just fisher price they only sell it to little kids

they think theyre movie stars well they must be toy story 3
i pride myself in scribin tracks that drink our reality
theyll be dumb when they passed it like university
ive learnt my lessons from life they chucked a penny in the sea

let the flames roar still the same jaw but became raw
i put a line through their best piece of work like a paint war
and whats the definition of commercial? an advert
make your record label money while they dress you up in pampers

ain’t you heard man real music always had the followin
itstead of carbon copy carbon copy copy copying
we never sold out and jumped ship like a lot of men
and who were those one hit wonders again?
ive forgotten them

[chorus]
baby dont you know my souls on fire? x 4

[verse 3: fliptrix]
high focus
real music
for the real people
we be free from the chains, releasing the flames
yet not in the stream that’s main
we be unseen like the blood seeping through your veins
to your heart, to find the truth for your arteries

our art resembles truth, that’s where you find a true masterpiece
and see the peace, cut through beef like a carvery
do you see the scene dispensable?
the question was rhetorical don’t answer me

respect is earnt off the back of the bars and artistry
pop tarts forgetting why they started since they charted
cos they +rs++l!ck, now they character got duppy by the money
turn to puppets so i f+ckin’ par em

ripping funky on some old skool avante garde sh+t
real is relevant, the rest is off the market like a rotting meat carcass
a&rs are b+st+rds
f+cking spark ’em
id rather die love them [?] poor than sell my soul for a third
i open up my mind when i rhyme with force

my souls on fire!
wheres that real music at
see that high focus sh+t
high focus know what im sayin
forever

[chorus]
baby dont you know my souls on fire? x 4

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