[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 ass, 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, bitch, I'm running out of time
I wanna punch your voice box, fucking crush your punched lines
Now that the kid's out the way, there's some shit I gotta say
Gotta spray this verbal K until that motherfucker's empty
If you gotta quote your jokes, then man, they're not funny
Everybody gets them son, nigger, they're not funny
And if you try to tell me again that "I'm funny,"
I'll cram this dictionary down your throat, nigga, bet money
Big words don't equal nice lyricist!
If they did, Shakespeare and Icarus would be selling hella digits, shit
Illiterate little fucks, 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 fucking smash, these skulls through glass
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 bitch taking a shit
Faking ass kids, get your brain left right where you stand
Band together, please, so I can crush all with one hand
One man, that god damned, to carry the burden
Of a land that he already scorned, no wonder why I call curtains
I lost friends, oh well. Bitch this ain't Dre's day
So, fuck what you say, I'm murking all your purpose
Corrupt the game, and I'm serving your arms and
Legs for dinner bitch, so watch your sounds, K?
Or god's gift will cave, your frame, and corrupt your makeup
Like a sweaty slut fucking 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 pissed when I called him out against shit
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 fuck with?
Passing wisdom with these silly kids, these bloggers and these rappers. SHIT!
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 sex...
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 shit, 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 fucking 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
Homophobes would go and throw a pause of no homo...
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 fuck I do and I know what the fuck I say
And I know who the fuck 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 fucking thing...
And I've been through Hell, so I don't care about these...
WACK ASS MOTHERFUCKERS TRYING TO CLOWN A REAL KING!
