Set Ablaze

This is some heavy shit and you seem scared of it Got Hip Hop into the store and mixed another hit Take your time to listen, there is some wordplay hidden Feel the punch of the bass, them say "f*ck no they didn't" F*ck yes we did, in your face bass hits paired and mixed with straight hip hop vocal shit This trap stuff is what we might do - nah just kidding tough, we love riffs, too Ghost rider on the beat, burning down the lead While even Aquaman is chained to his bed and wetting his sheet You ask me how is this possible, I tell you how this is plausible I flowed so fluent the waves brought him into the hospital Treatments not optional - cause my flows so cold I instantly turned this swimming seaman into a popsicle Get it, I basically preserved life this is optimal Cause if die this brings me back now I'm unstoppable Struck by a lighting bolt we were set ablaze Lit like the tip of a blunt when we are smoking haze Now all that we do is bring the thundersound From the studio right into the underground Struck by a lighting bolt we were set ablaze Lit like the tip of a blunt when we are smoking haze Now all that we do is bring the thundersound From the studio right into the underground When they hear me rap, jaws open up and drop And your homies are sitting in the corner starting to sob Cause I deconstruct and dominate the art hip hop No way to put out my blaze nor to make the burning stop It won't get any hotter than this My skin flames like Jonny Storm getting hit by cosmic rays bitch Burn it all down and leave it in ashes, Cover your world in pain like cashisclay While you try to stash away your glass display It feels like the passion's play suffering the old fashioned way Swallowed by the light and everything that's left of you is ashen-grey My rhyme chains on fire I am slashing prey The inferno darkens the sun a little more every passing day Cause I am the audible follicle, the metaphorical, comical The astronomical, optical, methodic and logical, the nominal Diabolical, insolvable phenomanal prodigal oracle with a monocle Struck by a lighting bolt we were set ablaze Lit like the tip of a blunt when we are smoking haze Now all that we do is bring the thundersound From the studio right into the underground Struck by a lighting bolt we were set ablaze Lit like the tip of a blunt when we are smoking haze Now all that we do is bring the thundersound From the studio right into the underground