Pyromaniax

Lyrics

[Intro] Phone ringing.... Monkey, where you at monkey?? [Hook: D-stroy] And what, rappers wanna bring it to me Oh, you the nicest M.C. (so so so so so) And what, kid we known to blow up the spot Pyromaniax burning, blazing hot [Verse 1: Swel Boogie] Why would you wanna challenge a guy like me, if you not clever (come on) Dirtier than prostitutes sweating in hot weather Blow up the spot better, than you ever will in your life Wanna kill and get trife? Go ahead I'm just gon' chill with your wife The only one that'll get you in a cyph and flex styles To the next child that try to front then, I'ma pull your X-Files That been, hidden for years, and released when I came Mics burn when I flame, forever remain with my name Deliver high pain like migraine headaches and all You got the nerve to stand before me, pretend you were bored Must be pathetic to brawl, with an MC lord, holding a sword I'ma a human microphone and my lyrics the vocal cord [Verse 2: Jise] You's a Fisher Price king only eligible to babble Saddle [?] shackles Who are you to hassle, the epidemy of a nasty tackle Buck forty nine plus tax to the max, career's in shambles Artistic gamble, don't tangle we're hard to handle Beats lyrical warfare up the river paddle your tackle Gotta a neon shadow, but still confusing like a pharaoh [?] intoxicate split through travels I unravel [Hook] [Verse 3: Q-Unique] Now has led you would have it, my microphone grab habit Excels over the blab attics, have 'em like (dag nab it!) They pissed off, like missing the toilet Their plans? I foiled it, like I wrapped in tin paper Burned like skin scrapper, the top kid? I'll take ya I'm type nice, so think twice, before you hold the device Lyrics shot are precise, heads blind like Three Mice Me sheist', must of had me mistaken for the wrong spic That kids cut short, I'm the one with the long cord in track one I smack one rhyme at a time like kids acting up Wild like the fight in a club, heads is backing up In the meantime, disinfect your filth love, filled with clean rhyme Gleam like shean shine, take you ass home to better dream mine Be out of town from sundown, this block ain't big enough for the both of us No chance at redemption like broken trust Who tops the bottle cap and sealed the whole three liter bottle Rap but let it go flat? Off duty officers in Brooklyn better go strap [Verse 4: D-Stroy] Don't knock me cause you can't rock me Lyrically I'm cocky, you sloppy, refer to me as papi Malarky, of your style, I make a mockery of, cause you choppy You should specialize in copies like Kinkos Learn that stink yo, you beat me? (hahahahaha) I don't think so Not even multiplied by cinco, you blink bro Now catch your career going down the sink yo My hits rock you dick snots so run and get cops I rip shops and flip hot fat like Hitchcock Outta space I roll with Spock, lyrically kill herbs When I spill verbs, direct actors like Spielberg Run with ill herds ("Son who's Arsonist?") hit me off yo I slice nerds and melt icebergs in the North Pole You soft so, really awful, I rock the grand flow You need Magic like Orlando, or must be Rambo, multiplied by Commando Tell your whole crew, I told you I wreck flows too, make you [?] I'm express, you local, call in sick, you saw my clique Your chances is thinner than swords and sticks [Hook 2: D-Stroy] What? And bring me to it, nicest the MC's who oh What? And known blown the weak kids spot the What? And, bring me to it, nicest the MC's who oh What? And, known up blown the weak kids spot the