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Arsonists - Wordplay lyrics
[Chorus: Swel Boogie] I could tell you wanna grab the mic because you're thirsty Hoping you gonna get some shine but you're not worthy Let me hear you make some noise if you heard me We deal with wordplay, so your games could never hurt me [Swel Boogie] Let, let it be known in this game we're the illest MCs F being cool, when I pass by you feelin' the breeze I'm hotter than hell, my mission is to burn and attack you You want it with Swel? Oh well, I was sworn to out last you I be hurtin' ya wack crew, like work on a tattoo Keep ya MC hidin' like a worm in an apple Go and built your club house 'cause I'm earnin' a castle and I ain't goin' nowhere, I'm a permanent rascal My turn to run pass through flash dash and backdraft Then again in your face teasin' you with the last laugh You wack ass didn't learn the lesson I taught Hip-hop is my game and I'm finessin' the sport I'm takin' my time and still I'm ahead of your crew Proves every reason in this world that I'm just better than you I went to Q's and recorded in his house to Gallco We 'bout to make you Bob from intro to outro [Jise One] Outro to intro, blazin' on instrumentals Experimental the sentinel, Worf's walkin' infernos External verbal a journal, beat hurdle breakin' incredible Burst you to reversible explosion, y'all niggas' gerbils rat packing shacking with rhythm shaking shahadies I'm picky iffy labodomy rhyme Swinga astrology Pardom me but part of me love to rip it explicit inside of me A torn wound surf we love to dish it Fish it type esquisite, we pyro burning the shilznit Kills it, you don't feel it than go and handle your business Fitness is unlimited, pellin |
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