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Long Burn the Fire Lyrics



This is it y'all, it's some nasty shit

Bring it!



Jump out the window onto a parade balloon

My style is iller than the goblins in "Troll 2"

'Cause I'm the type of MC with the most pizzas

You're stealin' my book like I was Grandmaster Caz

Got rhymes about antihistamines and analgesics

Roll without expectorants; you'll don't see it


Sueth sayer, not a player, rhyme sayer extreme (huh!)

Burn like fire when I step on the scene

I've got shark's teeth so I can bite your head

I've got tiger's claws that will scratch you dead

I've got wings like a dragon when I'm flying above

Shoot venom from my eyes when it's time to get rough


So step back, and check yourself

This MC'S got weapons that'll ruin your health

So if you're feeling strong then reach for yours

My book is my shield and my mic is my sword


[Ad Rock]

Now, it's Ad Rock rapping I'm back again

Like a Big Mac attack on your gut, and it's wack my friend

I'm a mack so relax or end up chilling

I take that shit serious like Jerome To Grilling

I burn you to a crisp sucker back up off the toaster

I make you sick like a Kenny Rogers Roaster

See this rap thing is all about the the braggadocia

I check my rear view, emcees ain't getting closer

People think I'm slow, cause I'm just not one to challenge

See me you're like "Man, that's remarkable talent

Fly around the clock like disco donut

I'm like a tailer cause I got the thing sewn up

Or a proctologist I move asses


Got so much heat that I fog your mom's glasses

Proof is in the pudding and the pudding's in my pants

You heard me rap and now watch me dance


[Mike D]

Save the date! For one name who deliver to the rafters

Up from the heavens you can hear our laughter

Like goodness me, or empty john

We done did it again, and our game is still on

It's not tic-tac-toe, or Operation

Just holding it down, like the gravitation

Total hits, that's it, you couldn't do

Ad Rock's in the bathroom now check the fondue

String of nuts, like the name is Mike Pizzini

Or a fine household name, like Sergio Tacini

Now that we're here, back and raising hell

I'm running wild like rats in the Taco Bell

On the mic I shit, the match gets lit

Mike Dino, the Jew is rampant

Making music from librarians to curly jocks

The rapper Mike D not Gold-i-locks! [laughing]

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