Burn - Intellectual

[Intro: Slaine]

I like playing with fire, man

We'll let the world burn

[Verse 1: Slaine]

Through the eyes of the rebel, the terrible, the turbulent treble

The words of the devil, they ain't shit, the world is a pebble

God isn't coming, it's all lies, Heaven's a myth, kid

I wipe you off the Earth like you never existed

Gifted, lifted, minding his own, dawg

I could scare your whole clique off with a phone call

I got my own words, accent, my own drawl

I got bulletproof lungs and some chrome drawers

I got a pill full of Heaven and Hell

Mescaline dreams, I'm high but you never can tell

I got friends doing time, locked in federal jail

And a million predators who all said I would fail

I don't spark beef, I stash burners under the car seat

Fuck swimming with 'em, I gotta wipe my chin from the shark meat

I'm gassed up from white women and dark freaks

And I don't need no motherfucking engine to stop me, nah

[Hook] (Sample: Big Pun - The Dream Shatterer)

I'ma make it burn

Burn

[Verse 2: Amadeus The Stampede]

Confront kings, kill you with the drum, lil' bitch

One, two, spit, something I could gun you with

Once you bit by a zombie that's um too quick

My cannon is loose, unorthodox confusions

Spark the flint, oh we goin' start some shit

Amadeus, I beg your pardon, bitch

Yeah, this beat the hardest bit, chemical imbalance

Terrible with talent, no one dark as this

Coffins and graves, big Slaine, the Boston brigade

So often we blaze, never getting Am's to behave

No control, overdose, hold the smoke, blow and choke

I can hear 'em calling, I ain't falling for the okey doke

'Til the death of him, setting fire to Bethlehem

Full of testosterone, surrounded by the estrogen

Get your next of kin, circumcize 'em like some extra skin

I'll burn this motherfucker down before I'm exiting

[Hook] (Sample: Big Pun - The Dream Shatterer)

I'ma make it burn

Burn

[Verse 3: Chilla Jones]

Light the fire that aspires to desire

Inside of the tires underneath the Nascar driver before a crash

Due to these fraud liars

Now I keep my god higher than God's choir, my bars fry ya

Proper, sharper than barbed wire on a chain link fence

I'm trynna make sense of while my brain thinks

But I panic all frantic 'cause I'm manic, hard as granite

Granted I've been through a lot, damnit

So how could I not plan it to be on top of the planet

One way or another, someday you'll understand it

But for now, it's just me (Trust me)

Nobody can touch me, these clowns animated like Krusty

[Hook] (Sample: Big Pun - The Dream Shatterer)

I'ma make it burn

Burn