Set It on Fire (feat. Flipmode Squad)

Tony Touch, Touch, Touch, Touch

Drive Marson, to stop spreadin' out malarkey

My rap anarchy, blaze more wakes than Barbara Sharp, see

I'm a freakin' zombie, a savage a type like Chaka Zulo, pop a chulo

It's hot to be pseudo, wilder than Kujo, yo act a fool yo

Come on, swing 'em like a two-way, back to school

Rulership shit, bring them the news, Tony Touch 'em, I fuck up

This fool, who can fuck with this dude

Check what the butler did, I cut his ass up, somethin' disgusting kid

My custom is, government cheese, chumpin' them steez

Who's a monkey wrench, jumpin' machines get in between, so it seem

It'll only cause a moment of scream

To supercede what I be sayin' is like a king on his knees

I never fall, 'cause the ring on my paw plead forgiveness

Loot for greatness, superstitious, bazooka hit his ass out

Break up his dishes, three sixes of course

Anti religious, kill 'em off on the first try

Flipmode Squad, there is none higher

You bitch ass ****, should call Messiah

We won't stop rockin', until we retire

Let's blow the spot and set the muthafucka on fire

Ayo let's turn the heat up

(And set it on fire)

Let's bring the noise my ****

(And set it on fire)

And what the fuck ya **** wanna do

(And set it on fire)

Go get the gas and the matches

(And set it on fire)

(It’s like this)

Y'all **** in the game, ya ain't got no press

Yo I go to Hillside and cop a V from Less

Me and Flip on the lot, in the green G.S

Leathers is out, rims yo they be B.S

TV's in the dash, watchin' C.B.S

Later on watch the Knicks on T.B.S

Rampage I'm the ****, no second guess

Yo my beeper goes off, it's them shorties from out west

Called 'em back, hit them up on the street jack

I let 'em know, how this real **** polly dat

I'm in my car yo, them honeys in the Pontiac

How I dress, how I hustle, where da money at?

They love my rings, my watch, how I flooded that

Put that on my eggs and toast and just butter that

Flipmode, Tony Touch, son double that

Fuck around, shit go double plat'

Flipmode Squad, there is none higher

You bitch ass ****, should call Messiah

We won't stop rockin', until we retire

Let's blow da spot and set the muthafucka on fire

Ayo let's turn the heat up

(And set it on fire)

Let's bring the noise my ****

(And set it on fire)

And what the fuck ya **** wanna do

(And set it on fire)

Go get the gas and the matches

(And set it on fire)

Analyze the flavor, we 'bout to blaze ya, every move is major

Major paper, office space up in the skyscraper

**** on my crew dick, and need to get down

Frown, from when your crew was just a major let down

Official, sparkly clear just like a glass crystal

Blast a pistol, that's when ya start to hear my missile whistle

Jesus, pledge of allegiance, shit is so prestigious

With the antidote to make y'all wanna bust ya heaters

Release this, I hope ya know that we about to freak this

Fuck discreteness, analyze every **** weakness

Cut ya face up, then fuck the place up

Pass the L, without the coca lace up, let's pick the pace up

Stick the place up, then shake up, then click ya bass up

Wrong move and we puncture everything from ya waist up

Blow the space up, while ya gaspin' off the ransom

Then get the dough and put an expansion on my mansion

Flipmode Squad, there is none higher

You bitch ass ****, should call Messiah

We won't stop rockin', until we retire

Let's blow the spot and set the muthafucka on fire

Ayo let's turn the heat up

(And set it on fire)

Let's bring the noise my ****

(And set it on fire)

And what the fuck ya **** wanna do

(And set it on fire)

Go get the gas and the matches

(And set it on fire)

First and only female here to play my position

Make it hotter than the projects with no air conditionin’

Honey petite, walk around with the screwface

Dip from the whip, on down to my shoelace

Can't see us, mommy sippin' Sangrias

Shotgun style'll open up ya pancreas

Puff remix, hittin' sponsor for free kicks

Bootleg yo shit with me spittin' on the remix

Type shit like doin' shows with a blindfold

Voice EQ will blow a circuit out ya console

Fuckin' wit' how I spit ink on da paper

Black hoodie tight wit a teeny bit of makeup

No need to brag, my ledgers spit-speak

Nine-nine dig the time to shine like Memph Bleek

Crown and half sheet, my white label leak

Tellin' MC's to count eight weeks and say peace

Flipmode Squad, there is none higher

You bitch ass ****, should call Messiah

We won't stop rockin', until we retire

Let's blow the spot and set the muthafucka on fire

Ay brothers turn the heat up

(And set it on fire)

Let's bring the noise my ****

(And set it on fire)

And what the fuck ya **** wanna do

(Let's set it on fire)

Go get the gas and the matches

(And set it on fire)

Okay, you wanna make a million fuckin' dollars?

Okay, I tell Tony Touch to put out a fuckin' mixtape

A mill here, a mill there

In fuckin' ten years, we fuckin' buy this whole fuckin' place, puto