Testo Burn - Chris Webby
Testo della canzone Burn (Chris Webby), tratta dall'album Still Wednesday
Yeah
You can spot a fire by watching the Spotifiers (Uh)
They just press play on my shit and they start a fire (Yeah)
Ride 'til I die, 'til there's no groove left on the tires (Skrrt)
Chilling at home like umpires
While I write my next shit, lay it down and flex it
From the booth to the marketplace, let the checks hit
Treating every song like an individual investment
Underground king of my coast, eating shellfish
With a bad bitch 'cause we all gon' die
So this life I got, I live right (Yeah)
You could all try (Try), but can't outsmart me 'cause my (My)
Intellectual's on the level of AI (Yeah)
I've learned by defeat, check the battling scars
Bitch, most of you can't even step to half of my bars (Nah)
Fucking pussy, run your mouth while you acting all hard
You probably wear your rubber gloves and face mask in a car
With your windows rolled up, trying not to get sick
But shit, I've been sick for years, my therapist
Told me if we wrote down all of my problems, it'd be a list
So long, even Santa Claus couldn't check this
Let alone check it twice, fuck naughty and nice
I'm so bad, having coal in my stocking's a way of life
Kerosene in one hand while the other got a light
Hear a—, then I'm calling it a night, Webby
Uh, yeah, we all gon' die
Live like the roof's on fire
And we yelling out, "Burn, motherfucker
Burn, motherfucker, burn
Burn, motherfucker, burn" (Yeah)
Uh, yeah, we all gon' die
Live like the roof's on fire
And we yelling out, "Burn, motherfucker
Burn, motherfucker, burn (Yo)
Burn, motherfucker, burn"
Fuck 'em all, let 'em conspire
See, I can spot a liar by watching his spot expire (What?)
I can spit a verse and kill rappers with rapid fire (Yeah)
Rap deniers won't acknowledge my prowess, don't try to route us
Route that I'm on based on songs, now who's the loudest?
Allow me to explain my versatility origins (What?)
I came up with pimps and rebels fighting a war we in (Yeah)
Normally I'm ignoring the silly rappers with corneas
I can smell the smoke 'cause my hood was a crematorium
This is like a memoriam for what I used to be (Be)
So when I light the match, you pussies better use your feet
All that's left is charred up bodies as far as you can see
If you concede, then I might show mercy, don't try to divert me (Uh)
Fuck your politics and opinion, you just a minion
Everything you ever mentioned, you heard on a cable network (Ugh)
I carefully craft a timeline and algorithm
That's only feeding your bias, you
Don't believe me, just try it (Damn)
'Cause everything I built, see, I built from the ground up (What?)
Come around us like you been sipping that Roundup (What?)
Killing off you weeds as I weave in between the sound
I'm astounded how you suckers keep bitching, like how come? (Woo)
Douse you with accelerant, what you think is irrelevant
Beating around the bush 'cause you
Scared to address the elephant (Ugh)
Sitting in the room while I'm shitting inside your tomb
Somebody pass me a match, click, boom
Uh, yeah, we all gon' die
Live like the roof's on fire
And we yelling out, "Burn, motherfucker
Burn, motherfucker, burn
Burn, motherfucker, burn" (Yeah)
Uh, yeah, we all gon' die
Live like the roof's on fire
And we yelling out, "Burn, motherfucker
Burn, motherfucker, burn
Burn, motherfucker, burn"
Pass me the flamethrower
Match and the gas and it's game over
Molotov cocktails out of the Range Rover
Half of my brain smolder, with rap, I'm a chain smoker
A dragon who take over, make crack from the baking soda
Gas stove veteran, cheffing up the medicine
But never get the credit, I'm more Tesla than Edison
All about the Benjamins and what I can invest it in
After the dough, turning big bucks into venison
Replicate it, devastate it, place you on the ventilator
Diss you on the record and write your name in the metadata
Meditative state of an out-of-body experience
Light your body on fire, get buried in Siberian
Cemeteries are eerie when spirits started appearing
In spots I spit lyrics in, raps you'll never hear again
Better give love or get sent to heaven above
Or get shredded, fed to the furnace like Freddy's sweater and glove
Uh, yeah, we all gon' die
Live like the roof's on fire
And we yelling out, "Burn, motherfucker
Burn, motherfucker, burn
Burn, motherfucker, burn" (Yeah)
Uh, yeah, we all gon' die
Live like the roof's on fire
And we yelling out, "Burn, motherfucker
Burn, motherfucker, burn
Burn, motherfucker, burn"
Credits
Writer(s): Davood Ali Asgari, Christian Webster, Brian Joseph Eisner, Patrick J Farley, Jake Procanik, . Apathy
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