Letra de Burn It

[Intro]
Listen
Woo (woo)

[Verse 1: Fliptrix]
They be like "yo, how did he get that flow?"
Overly fresh like, nice hydro
Don't hope for the best, I kill those shows
Roll home to the wife have a zoot and a roast
Hotel always try kick me out but I coast
Looking bare way through the eyes of a ghost
Shit gets tricky and still I hope, swing with a lyric
That heated her up like pow (pow)
If you really wanna' know how (how)
I got the style so wow (wow)
Still got an inner child but we've grown from Boyz To Men
I write this shit here with a poison pen
I won't stop these sends 'til the Boydem get destroyed again
To try coin the term they're getting merked by the first, third degree burns
In a hearse with the words in the dirt's where they lurk
Wanna see my ID when I search, wanna bun my high diesel with my G's on the curb
Fans passed it like "jheeze (jheeze), that's Flips with the cheese (cheese)"
Oh my word it stunk so much, got 'em flying with the birds
No denying that my words, are inline with the storm, that's third
I'm first in the race with a pace that merks
Make clubs bounce like Kelly with a perm
Stash that hash in an alley like...ash in a urn, gotta make that
Cash gotta burn it, couldn't give a fuck right now if I got no permit
I'm out here perfecting my skills as a wordsmith
Man stay chill like tip of the iceberg, I build my piff and burn it

[Hook: Fliptrix] (x2)
I'm going so rago, blowing up like ammo
Bunning cro 'till I feel it in my Bone marrow
Staying fly like arrows, but hiding in the shadows
Mind resides in a timeless place beyond the gallows

[Verse 2: Ocean Wisdom]
Check
Slapping a brother upon the back of the head if he try address me wrong
An I best be strong
If a man handle him and then that's Anne Boleyn
In fact that's execution from a standing swing
And as a matter of fact I wouldn't stand by him, or you get hit
With a skull on a random ting, I see the minimum amount of animation
Given to a situation, now a brother's gonna handle it
And if I bounce and a brother try stand and swing
I won't pip[?] to resort to a strangling
Like damn
Wiz you be going ham on him, might pork that beat like Cameron
And the day you see me flop in a diss be the day Fliptrix eat ham again
And the day you see flip-flop in a diss be the day feet don't meet sand again
(pow, pow), really though, really though...I got the key, key to the citadel
I got a E, vitamins, minerals I'm on the beat
Listen and hear me though really though, really though
I'm on a roll, look how they're flocking to see me, though
Really though I got the world, world in my palm why you try snatch it
Sick back and chill it out, here we go innero[?] in wizzy combo, wizzy galore
Lyrical killer, now is it a will, wizzy on court, wizzy implores
Them mandem are similar, I'm on the ball you're not at all
I'm testing problems that you couldn't figure out
Can't figaro, du figaro
None of your content ain't nothing to sing about

[Hook: Fliptrix] (x2)
I'm going so rago, blowing up like ammo
Bunning cro 'till I feel it in my Bone marrow
Staying fly like arrows, but hiding in the shadows
Mind resides in a timeless place beyond the gallows