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Fire It Up Lyrics

If such a thing exists as being such a king as this
s**** pucker up, to kiss the ring and fist
The rhyming vet, the livest yet
drop fly s*** like a G-4 private jet
Bet you get more than grazed by the nine
Layed by the side
Oh you out of bullets? Here, take some of mine
And clowns hate how I lock this down
If they think I'm obnoxious now, wait til I pop Cristal
Got one need, to just smoke out
but if your weed's got one seed, the s*** don't count
Dog, you don't want us running home.
You don't want it Holmes. If you a 'G'
You as silent as the one in front of Gnome
And you can love me, or you can judge me
But dissin me's like, Beetlejuice in a cape, Super Ugly
Trust me, I'ma s*** on my foes
And sit on my throne
So hop off my d*** and get on your own

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O-H-I-O, no place like home
Everywhere I go, I relocate my throne
Roll it up. Light it up. Fire it up
Bring a b**** to the telly and get high as f***

Schatz got me upchuckin in a cut buzzin
Might spit about the same s***, but then again
Who the f*** doesn't?!?!
When writers fed, bite his lead, or we can fight instead
And f*** a can, we open whoop a** by the keg
Tell your boys to get your lame crest on
Wanna rip together? Y'all can share the same headstone
And it's rarely ever that I bury pairs together
But I'm ruthless.
I did it with ease like Jerry Heller
So if you mention me,
you fairies better levitate or jump a fence from me
Seven eight's a heavyweight, like pregnancy
And you can die in a coupe with dark tint
COPY! Shoot the sky til the moon is dark red
STOP ME! You could try, but I move at mach 10
WATCH ME! Superfly from the booth like Clark Kent
COPY! Doctor Strange when I'm on the ???
The vets I roll with will put your dogs to sleep
Puff five blunts straight to the brain
Jakki's got one five one through a pump straight to the vein
Sights a bit wrecked.
I ain't even light the spliff yet
and already my eyes are bloodshot like a crips set
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Y'all cats ain't never gonna advance, I'm big headed
Got an even bigger ego for the one in my pants
Lames hurtin.
I aim perfect for opponent's heads
Still in charge like a cordless phone is dead
Only writin four bar verses now. REASON??
Can't get past the fifth line without the crowd screamin
Y'all don't rhyme, y'all b****. d*** in mouth even
Only time y'all spit's when you spittin out s****
Hope you're ready b******s,
my prose already classic
And like laffy taffy I got a joke on every rapper
You hold your own? NO YOU DON'T
I'll let you s*** first, when I start s***tin the toilet overflows
And I ain't quittin six four, dyin hittin chicks raw
In the Hyatt on the fifth floor with her h**** splittin
So bet the money you got MY ALBUM'S LIKE HELL!
You don't know when it's comin but you know it's gonna be hot

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The High Exhaulted (2002)
Sintro Fucksoundcheck Fire It Up Let Me In Enterlude Three Words Hear Me Though Badabing Centerlude Nobody Holier Than Thou Ready, Aim... On My d*** Tower of Babble 7 Light Years Theme Music Exitlude June