Burning My Soul

Lyrics

[[not 100% finished]] [Verse 1: Leaf Dog] Fuck the radio All of that fucking commercial pop shit. fuck that. (fuck your playlist) ain't what i'm about. (fuck paying to be in a magazine) All about true lyrics, true skills son Step it up I listen to the radio and feel my soul burning Do you measure greatness on skill or just earning? What determines a true legend in the game? It's concerning how our points of views ain't quite the same It won't change, it's arranged by the powers that be But without them you can't define what is a real MC Some'll make themselves free, while othеrs just play the role I'll build my own bridge, you'rе on his paying the toll They can't take control, like they stuck on autopilot Always say they'll sell up front, day one and don't hide it! Never sayin' nothing, then somehow they ain't quiet This is revolution rap, underground start the riot Bring it back! all your seeing is the Boom and the Bap Like the old school Batman show, when he would attack The fans ain't no fool, even though you like to think it's fact They just like me...wondering 'where's all the classics at?' [Chorus] Baby dont you know my souls on fire x 4 [Verse:2 BVA] My ears are fuckin bleedinnng Fuck that No ones buyin that No ones hearin that I never heard of the group past but I still hope they break up If thats livin proof than whys that bloke wearin make up How much room does youre head take up? Cause you keep droppin hits But thats just fisher price they only sell it to little kids They think theyre movie stars well they must be toy story 3 I pride myself in scribin tracks that drink our reality Theyll be dumb when they passed it like university Ive learnt my lessons from life they chucked a penny in the sea Let the flames roar Still the same jaw But became raw I put a line through their best piece of work like a paint war And whats the definition of commercial? an advert Make your record label money while they dress you up in pampers Ain't you heard man real music always had the followin Itstead of carbon copy carbon copy copy copying We never sold out and jumped ship like a lot of men And who were those one hit wonders again? Ive forgotten them [Chorus] Baby dont you know my souls on fire? x 4 [Verse 3: Fliptrix] HIGH FOCUS Real music For the real people We be free from the chains, releasing the flames Yet not in the stream that's main We be unseen like the blood seeping through your veins To your heart, to find the truth for your arteries Our art resembles truth, that's where you find a true masterpiece And see the peace, cut through beef like a carvery Do you see the scene dispensable? The question was rhetorical don't answer me Respect is earnt off the back of the bars and artistry Pop tarts forgetting why they started since they charted Cos they arse-lick, now they character got duppy by the money Turn to puppets so i fuckin' par em Ripping funky on some old skool avante garde shit Real is relevant, the rest is off the market like a rotting meat carcass A&Rs are bastards Fucking spark 'em Id rather die love them [?] poor than sell my soul for a third I open up my mind when I rhyme with force My souls on fire! Wheres that real music at See that high focus shit High focus know what im sayin Forever [Chorus] Baby dont you know my souls on fire? x 4