And So It Burns

[Ikon the Verbal Hologram] yeah You frontin' style to me it's war when the beat drop just anotha mothafucka gonna see pac you the type that'll run when the heat pop the type that'll hide a gun when he see cops but not me, I'll aim a thirty-eight at the crown show up the next day at the wake and frown yeah, and then I'll laugh at the widow then my man stoupe blast through the window foul when I was young but I survived karma drop bombs like a b-25 on ya yeah, it's vietnam in the trenches just keep my seat warm on the benches I run with wild puerto ricans that hit L's and study classical verses by *Big L* we came up in the game at the same time and read one-hundred-fifty rappers with the same rhyme yeah, yeah, uh huh (break: when I touch the microphone I usually rock it...) I'm a mothafuckin baboon hit you with thirty seven stab wounds bury your body deep in earth inside a black tomb you scared of the rain, you fear weather I'm hardcore like pall-bearer in sheer terror I'll be ready for war with suede timbs on y'all ain't ready to brawl until Vin's gone won't stop till you dead in hell Vinnie Paz, mega-child daddy (eh-grendel?) this bread we fail, yeah, because the beast in all this I was rockin' Diadoras while you was