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​dread scott - inferno lyrics

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[verse 1]
i’m sick of rappers and tracks that they lie on
you’ll never crack top 5 you ain’t dy+lan
you don’t want no smoke you a fye larm
watch me see it on fire like a five alarm
fear no man cause i been a god
and i’ll yell it from the roof of a synagogue
when you spit the truth they say it’s slimmer odds
but this is big man things you a kevin hart
and if i gotta be a man then i renaissance
so i’m a work or art who got many parts
four hands gripping one mic tight like my n+gga nas
that’s real firm
ether a verse and my words still burn
feel so immersed never had to k!ll nerves
deep in the dirt only way they will learn
dust to dust got ya favorite rapper storеd in steel urn

too militant
too ignorant
tools different
who give a sh+t
dudеs frivolous
doom imminent
you devilish
oo he k!lling it
rappers weak that’s sure enough
do not speak we heard enough
every verse im heating up
just to pack a punch like a shōnen jump

jump

my mission important
kicking the door in
k!lling opponents
callin me like commissioner gordon
rap game got a little too boring
might spit this in hieroglyphs
my sh+t written in foreign
tongues
the chosen one
hotter than both suns on obi+wan
i won

diamonds and guns and rings
these are my favorite things
who coming for the king?
i’m burning everything
pillaging villages
k!lling civilians
you cannot stop the kid
i been a problem since
inferno inferno
i fear no inferno
inferno inferno

[verse 2]

now tell me who really wanna step to the kid
you ain’t stay with the heat know you really pretend
i ain’t seen no proof where the evidence is?
we bring it straight to ya door where ya residence is?
this the dope they hide right where the president live
sinister flow he got the devil in him
got my finger on the trigger and i’m pressing it in
you can still get smoked in virginia, slim

ain’t no harmony in harlem
every city look like gotham
overun with crooked coppers
all my n+ggas outta options
all my dogs was sick of barking
had to fire off some toxins
wicked locs like im a rasta
out the jungle like mufasa



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