Burn Lyrics By Chris Webby & Locksmith, Apathy Is The Latest English Song With Music Composed By JP On Da Track, Nox Beatz Burn Lyrics Is Written By Chris Webby & Locksmith, Apathy This Song Has Been Officially Released On ForTheBurbs Youtube Channel.
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BURN Lyrics
Burn Song Credits
Song Burn
Singer Chris Webby & Locksmith, Apathy
Music JP On Da Track, Nox Beatz
Lyrics Chris Webby & Locksmith, Apathy
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Burn Lyrics
Yeahh, you can spot a fire by watching the spotifiers
They just press play on my s^^t & they start a fire
Ride till I die, till there’s noo groove left on the tires
Chilling at home like umpires
While I write my next s^^t, lay it down & flex it
From the booth too the marketplace let the cheques hit
Treating every song like an individual investment
Underground king of my coast, eatin’ shellfish

With a bad bi^^h cause we all gon’ die
Soo this life I got I live right
You can all try but can’t outsmart me cause my
Intellectuals on the level of ai

I learn by defeat, check the battling scars
Bi^^h most of you can’t even step to half of my bars
F^^king pu^^y run your mouth while you actin’ all hard
You probably wear your rubber gloves
And face mask in the car

With your windows rolled up trying not too get sick
But s^^t I been sick for years, my therapist
Told me if we wrote down all my problems it’d be a list
So long even santa claus couldn’t check this

Let alone check it twice, f^^k naughty & nice
I am so bad, having coal in my stocking’s a way of life
Kerosene in one hand while the other got a light
Hear a, hshh, then I am calling it ignite
Webby

Yeah we all gon’ die
Live like the roof’s on fire
And we yelling out
Burn mot^erf^^ker burn
Burn mot^erf^^ker burn
Burn mot^erf^^ker burn
Burn mot^erf^^ker burn

Yeah, f^^k em, let em conspire
See I can spot a liar by watching his spot expire
I can spit a verse & kill rappers with rapid fire
Rap deniers won’t acknowledge my prowess
Don’t try to ride this

Proud that I’m on based on songs, now who’s the loudest
Allow me to explain my versatility origins
I came up with pimps & rebels fighting the war we in
Normally I am ignoring the silly rappers with corny mc
I can smell the smoke ’cause my hood was a crematorium

This is like a memoriam for what I used too be
So when I light the match you pu^^ies better use your feet
All that’s left is charred up bodies as far as you can see
If you can see, then I might show mercy, don’t try to divert me

F^^k your politics & opinions, you just a minion
Everything you ever mention you heard on a cable network
A carefully crafted timeline & algorithm
That’s only feeding you bias
You don’t believe me, just try it

‘cuz everything I built, see I built from the ground up
Come around us, like you been sippin’ that roundup
Killin’ off the weeds as I weave in-between the sound
I am astounded how you suckas keep bi^^hing like, how come

Now .. Accelerant, what you think is irrelevant
Beating around the bush
‘cause you scared to address the elephant
Sittin’ in the room while I am s^^ttin’ inside your tomb
Somebody pass me a match, click boom

Yeahh, we all gon’ die
Live like the roof’s on fire
And we yelling out..
Burn mot^erf^^ker burn
Burn mot^erf^^ker burn
Burn mot^erf^^ker burn
Burn mot^erf^^ker burn

Pass me the flamethrower
Match in the gas & it’s game over
Molotov cocktails out of the range rover
Half of my brain smoulder, with rap I am a chain smoker
A dragon who takeover, make crack from the baking soda

Gas stove veteran, cheffin’ up the medicine
But never get the credit, I am more tesla than eddison
All about the benjamins & what I can invest it in
After the dough turning big bucks into venison

Replicate it devastating, place you on the ventilator
Diss you on the record & write your name in the metadata
Meditative state of an out of body experience
Light your body on fire, get buried in siberian
Cemeteries get eerie when spirits started appearing
In spots I spit lyrics in raps you will never hear again
Better give love or get sent to heaven above
Or get shredded, fed to the furnace
Like freddy’s sweater & glove

Yeahh, we all gon’ die
Live like the roof’s on fire
And we yelling out..
Burn mot^erf^^ker burn
Burn mot^erf^^ker burn
Burn mot^erf^^ker burn
Burn mot^erf^^ker burn

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