Inferno (feat. Remy Ma & Sticky Fingaz)

Burn it, burn it up, now, burn it up

Burn it, burn it up, yeah, burn it up

We gon' bring that fire, yeah, yeah

We gon' bring that fire, yeah, yeah

Blow torch, furnace, matches, lighters

Candles, ovens, electrical wires

Petroleum, lava, charcoal, stars

They're all on fire just like Remy Ma now

Hip hop and R&B

Yeah, I be blazin' that

A-cappella, instrumental, either way

I'm flaming that H-E-L-L

That's where they made me at

An artist, an arsonist, I'm a pyromaniac

Exploded on the scene

Then I heated up, I baked it

The chimney on the roof

I'm the boiler in the basement

I'm flint and steel

When it comes to the basics

My body made out of the same material

Your safe is

All hail to the King

Bow down, kiss the ring

We about to blow it up, nitroglycerine

Nah for real, we outta here

Places that you never been

When I say we takin' over

That means we are taking e'rything

We gon' make it hot like inferno

You gonna have to open up a window

We gon' bring that fire, yeah, yeah

We gon' bring that fire, yeah, yeah

Burn it, burn it up, now, burn it up

Burn it, burn it up, yeah, burn it up

We gon' bring that fire, yeah, yeah

We gon' bring that fire, yeah, yeah

Picture me without fireworks for lungs

C-4 for brains, nitroglycerine for a tongue

Temperature rising as soon as I hit the room

It's electric, I'm biometric, belong in hell too

The moment I found gasoline in the attic

Remy went to the basement

To get us a box of matches

I'm sweepin' eternal flame

Don't worry we dressed some ashes

We need to bury 'em

Only ashes inside the casket

Smoke and ashes, no it ain't over

We still got blow torches and flame throwers

Known to ride through the city as though a fire is

Plane lines for minds

Bi-hoes are feeling pretty

Freddy Krueger your face ignite your grill

See I'm a fire starter, you a fire drill

Told ya I'm the truth and you lie and steal

I mean, you can't move, you lying still

I'm sick, it's bad and I'm a rapper

I'm ill, I went to the pyropractor, he said

Rem, you got a fever, you too hot, ain't no one touching you

And you're highly combustible

We gon' burn it up like inferno

We gon' make it hot like inferno

We gon' bring that fire, yeah, yeah

We gon' bring that fire, yeah, yeah

We gon' make it high like inferno

You gonna have to open up a window

We gon' bring that fire, yeah, yeah

We gon' bring that fire, yeah, yeah

Burn it, burn it up, now, burn it up

Burn it, burn it up, yeah, burn it up

We gon' bring that fire, yeah, yeah

We gon' bring that fire, yeah, yeah