Bun Fire - Intellectual

[Chorus: Vanloco]

You bun fire blood? I bun fire too

You bun fire blood? I bun fire

You bun fire blood? I bun fire too

You bun fire blood? I bun fire

[Verse 1]

I carry the torch; articulate the truth of my thoughts

Ferocious at war and lyrically raw, I'm more than you thought

Illustrating my cause with the kind of precision of a Beretta

It's a just short step to the omega

With two hands together like a prayer or a beggar

Y'all can never sound better that's a fable

The Knight of round table, I slice ya bacon with ya bagel

With a double edge dagger to cut the chit-chatter

My battalion is badder than venom and dark matter

Your darkness is black? My darkness is much blacker

The verbally deranged Don Logan

I bring a gift that's a Trojan and fill it with Romans

And homie that's just a token for you to go home with

When you get caught slippin' and get stuck in the moment

It ain't broken, don't try to fix it, you ain't a Craft-maker

And I ain't never off the grid like I'm graph paper

I'm so fly with it, seven four seven

Egg time your rhyme, give you seven more seconds

Next time you try, bring seven more weapons

I was born in the year of seven times eleven

Seven times the legend, seven times you threatened

The word on the street's you did seven times the sweating

You say you fire, I'mma show you what a fire do

You bun fire blood? I bun fire too

[Chorus: Vanloco]

You bun fire blood? I bun fire too

You bun fire blood? I bun fire

[Verse 2]

Yo', flame resistant mic control

As I state my business, might provoke with my ignorance

So you might be broken by this vigorous dialect that's spoken

By the Caesar of rhyme speakers, I give you seizures

Send you back where you came from and take your VISA's

Releases upon releases, blow you to pieces

You can take out a lease besides where the deceased live

Came from the east where the sun don't set

Where you're styles no name like Colombo's pet

You gone need ground control like a jumbo jet

So they can show you where to go when come home wrecked

And don't start, you only bound be good for parts

With no good reviews and no great remarks

Yo’, suited up in slick street apparel

And I never had to battle with the bottom of the barrel

It may sound narrow, but it does sound right

So put your hands back in your pocket don't be touching the mic

Cos y'all ain't never been ready, never paid the levy

Never came hard and never made the squad

Never came close, I never blame the host

A man who's afraid can never tame a ghost

You say you fire, I'mma show you what a fire do

You bun fire blood? I bun fire too

[Chorus: Vanloco]

You bun fire blood? I bun fire too

You bun fire blood? I bun fire

You bun fire blood? I bun fire too

You bun fire blood? I bun fire