Fire - Inspectah Deck, Trife Diesel

I spit… fire

You go… jealous

That’s… fire

(Got the fire)

Yeah, Yeah… jealous

(Thats fire talk, you heard?)

New York Island, defend it, peep the style I invented

Silencer on the 40 cal’ll cramp your style in a minute

I’m vintage, authentic, my brain is tormented

Got the physique of a God, I was made in the Lord’s image

That’s word to mama, I was perfectly sculpted

Put rappers in surgery in the infirmary posted

Place 'em in body bags, and leave them virtually roasted

Turn a Moe to a John Doe, I never heard of these culprits

I’m back to being focused, reloaded, the book has been decoded

It Was Written way before Nas and Hova even wrote it

Hear ye, hear ye, please listen up clearly

To a King’s theory that I got for your earpiece

And sadly I came here to tear beats to a shred

She say its hard to get it done but it’s more easily said

Rakim and Eric B., I’m now impeachin' the prez

My proposal is indecent, R.I.P.

to the feds

I spit… fire

You go… jealous

That’s… fire

Yeah, Yeah… jealous

Homie, you know the squad, fire with the coldest bars

Put us against all odds, you know we going hard

Corleone Flow, family at the table

Big dollar stacks blocking my view

Henny and Grey Goose, my main crew

Some are legit, most are straight goon

We made it through, those on my side, are who remained true

300 Spartan hard, yet wouldn’t be called a fraud

But call me young snipes, money, train, all aboard

I’m at the Smörgåsbord with two plates in my hand

Generale, 100 stripes I got 'em all at war

It’s shady the biz, in case I get sprayed in my wig

Make sure you take care of my lady and kids

Before I conversate with the pigs and turn snakes to my nigs

I hold the weights and I’m taking the bid

Yeah, Salute the Don, official, we in office

Spotted on the yacht offshore, talking with bosses

Ocean 14 type schemes to get us more rich

Out for the grit, no matter what the cost is

I spit… fire

You go… jealous

That’s… fire

Yeah, Yeah… jealous

Homie, you know the squad, fire with the coldest bars

Put us against all odds, you know we going hard

I spit… fire