Burn It - Illinformed, Fliptrix, Ocean Wisdom

They be like «yo, how did he get that flow?»

Overly fresh like, nice hydro

Don’t hope for the best, I kill those shows

Roll home to the wife have a zoot and a roast

Hotel always try kick me out but I coast

Looking bare way through the eyes of a ghost

Shit gets tricky and still, I hope, swing with a lyric

That heated her up like pow (pow)

If you really wanna' know how (how)

I got the style so wow (wow)

Still got an inner child but we’ve grown from Boyz To Men

I write this shit here with a poison pen

I won’t stop these sends 'til the Boydem get destroyed again

To try coin the term they’re getting merked by the first, third degree burns

In a hearse with the words in the dirt’s where they lurk

Wanna see my ID when I search, wanna bun my high diesel with my G’s on the curb

Fans passed it like «jheeze (jheeze), that’s Flips with the cheese (cheese)»

Oh my word it stunk so much, got 'em flying with the birds

No denying that my words are in line with the storm, that’s third

I’m first in the race with a pace that merks

Make clubs bounce like Kelly with a perm

Stash that hash in an alley like… ash in a urn, gotta make that

Cash gotta burn it, couldn’t give a fuck right now if I got no permit

I’m out here perfecting my skills as a wordsmith

Man stay chill like tip of the iceberg, I build my piff and burn it

I’m going so rago, blowing up like ammo

Bunning crow 'till I feel it in my bone marrow

Staying fly like arrows, but hiding in the shadows

Mind resides in a timeless place beyond the gallows

I’m going so rago, blowing up like ammo

Bunning crow 'till I feel it in my bone marrow

Staying fly like arrows, but hiding in the shadows

Mind resides in a timeless place beyond the gallows

Check

Slapping a brother upon the back of the head if he try address me wrong

And I best be strong

If a man handle him and then that’s Anne Boleyn

In fact that’s execution from a standing swing

And as a matter of fact, I wouldn’t stand by him, or you get hit

With a skull on a random ting, I see the minimum amount of animation

Given to a situation, now a brother’s gonna handle it

And if I bounce and a brother try stand and swing

I won’t pip to resort to a strangling

Like damn

Wiz you be going ham on him, might pork that beat like Cameron

And the day you see me flop in a diss be the day Fliptrix eat ham again

And the day you see Flip flop in a diss be the day feet don’t meet sand again

(Pow, pow), really though, really though… I got the key, key to the citadel

I got a E, vitamins, minerals I’m on the beat

Listen and hear me though really though, really though

I’m on a roll, look how they’re flocking to see me, though

Really though I got the world, world in my palm why you try snatch it

Sick back and chill it out, here we go innero in Wizzy combo, Wizzy galore

Lyrical killer, now is it a will, Wizzy on court, Wizzy implores

Them mandem are similar, I’m on the ball you’re not at all

I’m testing problems that you couldn’t figure out

Can’t figaro, du figaro

None of your content ain’t nothing to sing about

I’m going so rago, blowing up like ammo

Bunning crow 'till I feel it in my bone marrow

Staying fly like arrows, but hiding in the shadows

Mind resides in a timeless place beyond the gallows

I’m going so rago, blowing up like ammo

Bunning crow 'till I feel it in my bone marrow

Staying fly like arrows, but hiding in the shadows

Mind resides in a timeless place beyond the gallows