Chorus (x2)
(Vanloco)

You bun fire blood? I bun fire too (x3)
You bun fire blood? I bun fire.



Verse One

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



Verse Two

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 (x2)