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speed on the beat - fire! (the rise of the gift of god) lyrics

[hook]
this fire is out of control, we’re gonna burn this city, burn this city (x8)

[verse one: speed on the beat]
i’ve been sitting back, letting kitty cats, spit their silly rap
claiming that they’re this and that, well get off your -ss, speed’s back
kids claiming god? oh lawd, that’s impossible
what’s a god, when you’re battling an immortal in this race
punchline after punchline, b-tch, i’m running out of time
i wanna punch your voice box, f-cking crush your punched lines
now that the kid’s out the way, there’s some sh-t i gotta say
gotta spray this verbal k until that motherf-cker’s empty
if you gotta quote your jokes, then man, they’re not funny
everybody gets them son, n-gga, they’re not funny
and if you try to tell me again that “i’m funny,”
i’ll cram this dictionary down your throat, n-gga, bet money
big words don’t equal nice lyricist!
if they did, shakespeare and icarus would be selling h-lla digits, sh-t
illiterate little f-cks, using spell-check to seem serious
you couldn’t even take this throwaway and you still couldn’t compete with this

[hook]

[verse two: speed on the beat]

i wanna f-cking smash, these skulls through gl-ss
gas mask on me, then fill the room up with the ashes
of kurt cobain. insane? maybe a little bit
then light you up like a fat b-tch taking a sh-t
faking -ss kids, get your brain left right where you stand
band together, please, so i can crush all with one hand
one man, that god d-mned, to carry the burden
of a land that he already scorned, no wonder why i call curtains
i lost friends, oh well. b-tch this ain’t dre’s day
so, f-ck what you say, i’m murking all your purpose
corrupt the game, and i’m serving your arms and
legs for dinner b-tch, so watch your sounds, k?
or god’s gift will cave, your frame, and corrupt your makeup
like a sweaty sl-t f-cking after college bars let out
in cp, then i’ll shoot myself down, and snort my ashes back up, cm punk

[bridge]
you need to understand, that your little jabs…your insults…it’s all kiddie games
you can’t leave a mark on the champ’s face

[hook]

[verse three: speed on the beat]

got charles hamilton p-ssed when i called him out against sh-t
got lupe to go jump off the cliff when i spoke out against his
now they’re both losing their minds, threatening cats over glowsticks
are you sure that sotb is the one, that you wanna f-ck with?
p-ssing wisdom with these silly kids, these bloggers and these rappers. sh-t!
there’s a fire in me that will not quenched, will not subdue, and will not be drenched
and yes i know this fire was originally s-x…
but i get lots of that, so that’s out of the question
songs for…, the revival of the modern day male
stronger and survived this sh-t, that man? i used to fail
i’m back on the course, and ready to take sail
listeners should notice that was a throwback to
the old days, about a year ago, when speed was f-cking with silly hoes
that didn’t even wanna give me the blow, but they was acting like i was silly, so…
i had to go and dump the dead weight, bad happen
then i had to get a good vibe, no rabbit
h0m-phobes would go and throw a pause of no h0m-…
on that last punchline because they’re unsure if they like the cholos
but i know what i be, straight. and i love the kitty, a’ight man?
so i know what the f-ck i do and i know what the f-ck i say
and i know who the f-ck i be, without the perceived fear of being…
chastised for anything, that’s speed on the beat
and i live my life as free as any f-cking thing…
and i’ve been through h-ll, so i don’t care about these…
wack -ss motherf-ckers trying to clown a real king!

- speed on the beat lyrics

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