[Intro: Arsonists]
Yeah, since we all chilling and shit and this another Arsonist day, let’s flip some shit (Check it)
[Bridge: Arsonists]
Ayyo
You ready for the session? Yo, yo, no question. Ayyo
You ready for the session? Ayyo, no question. Ayyo
You ready for the session? Yo, no question. So, yo
Get on the microphone with no second-guessing
[Q-Unique]
I gets up
To a level of higher, I’m setting fires. Arsonists
The styles you kicks is 65, so, kid, retire
The slammable, the flammable. Kick it to my rhyme style
I be that nigga quick to pull another nigga’s file
[Freestyle]
Ooh, ooh!
Here we go, another flow. This ain’t a disco show
With John Travolta. Like Minolta, get the picture, so
Let me begin as I sit in and start to make things clear
The rain is gone, so I get on and disappear
[D-Stroy]
I call this
My Tae-Kwon flow ‘cause my lyrics be kicking
(Pssh, pssh!) On the real, no bullshitting. You get
Jacked like a car with a flat tire, my attack
Fly a scat liar, Arsonists cause a fat fire
[Swel Boogie]
Check it out
I appear, coming clear like crystals
If I ain’t bombing, then you gonna hear me whistle
My flow’s all fat and hard, soul never tender
Ayyo, Q-Unique, what’s next on the agenda?
[Q-Unique]
Poetical pack a punch like De La Hoya, I’m switching up
The format like Just-Ice did “Latoya,” slamming like
Olajuwon, rhyming like a marathon, on and on
Forever, it’s the 17th letter coming better
[Freestyle]
To shoot
The gift, and it’s a doozy like Santa with an Uzi
Come down the chimney with a mic in hand, your kids say, “Who’s he?”
Then roll out like faxes, return like taxes
Melt down ear waxes to knock you off your axis
[D-Stroy]
I solve
Problems like a math teacher, I let my raps greet ya
My style’s wild ‘cause I’m the first and the last preacher
To hurt you in my circle ‘cause your crew’s wack
Go out like Urkel—“Did I do thaaat?”
[Swel Boogie]
Please stop your acting. Ain’t no faking in my style
You could bring an inch because I take more than a mile
It really doesn’t matter, coming hard or coming mellow
I keep my swollen flow mad tight from the ghetto
[Hook: Arsonists]
Ayyo
You ready for the session? Now you know there’s no question. Ayyo
You ready for the session? Ayyo, no question. Ayyo
You ready for the session? Kid, no question. So, yo
Get on the microphone with no second-guessing
[Q-Unique]
Well it’s the
Welfare recipient since the age of nine, from back
In ’82, when I first masterminded my rhyme, and with
Each and every syllable, gave motion to the lyrical
Delivery is critical, you hear it from the spiritual
My scientifical evaluation getting dropped for demonstration
The cranial’s on constant rotation
[Freestyle]
And I’m
Keeping heads spinning, all the ladies grinning
Flows so sweet, you could smell the adrenaline
I eat that ass for din-din when I rap/wrap like a turban
I’m Crazy like Legs and Rock Steady with the backspin
Never gave up ‘cause I’m in to win, won’t stop
Going, rolling ‘til I knock down the tenth pin
[D-Stroy]
Strike for what you like, so past confusions lies
I get nasty like Nas with EFX like Das. Hey, man
I make you say, “Damn,” and you get jerked like a spray can
‘Cause punks get played like arcades up in Playland
This guy smashes and pull out eyelashes
Stand with my masses and beat up the wiseasses
[Swel Boogie]
To keep shit live, the mentioned five fuel the vibe
Mentally rolling deep with the Arsonist tribe, and I’ll
Describe your whole attitude, personality, and it
Seems to me that you’re not a true emcee. I’ma chill
Because I’m overcome by your mental block
Until the next time, I’ll return on lock
[Outro: Arsonists]
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