Let It Burn

Lyrics

[Intro: Trials] That's the deal for real My man Briggs 'bout to let it burn This joint got left off The Blacklist Purely because Jaytee fucked it up way too much "Make your soul burn" "Block is hot, hot, ho-, ho-, hot, hot" "Play with fire and get-get burned" "B-b-burn s-slow" [Verse 1: Briggs] Bottle shop's a short walk, begin the onslaught Spirits of all sorts are back to the old haunt Same thought, let 'em feel the brainstorm Briggs is back, rest is packed, they gone Straight missin', milk carton status No one gives a fuck, it's just one less rapper One less demo and one less disk And one more grave at the back of thе crib Hip-hop right now, she's an ugly bitch Ugly stick, fuck that, give it a facelift Makе it rain (Yeah), I'm meant to break shit Put a spin on this thing, I'll make you backflip Put your teeth in your brain when the track hit And you can't get enough of this bastard Up since yesterday, I'm makin' classics [Jobs don't work?], I'm doing this rap shit [Chorus: Briggs & Samples] And when I'm in the booth, let it burn, let it burn If I'm talking to you, let it burn, let it burn Then you know what to do: let it burn, let it burn Let it burn, son, let it burn "Make your soul burn" "Block is hot, hot, ho-, ho-, hot, hot" "Play with fire and get burned" "B-b-burn s-slow" [Verse 2: Briggs] Ain't no one doing it better than this I got my wordplay embedded in these kids [And I win better and better?] than this bitch First name Adam, last name Briggs Juggernaut, straight-up cannonball Down from the mountain like, "Yo, let me at 'em all" Holding collateral, half man or animal [Want your fist smashed?] Then we grab it all Hardly human, hardly moving Insomniac work while the rest are snoozers So you sleep while I make maneuvers Lace your whole squad with the scrapes and bruises Don't [?], gotta strong-arm this 'Fore you get long dick [?] long arm, kid And I ain't going anywhere, let me make that clear Ladies and gentlemen, the milkman's here [Chorus: Briggs & Samples] And when I'm in the booth, let it burn, let it burn If I'm talking to you, let it burn, let it burn Then you know what to do: let it burn, let it burn Let it burn, son, let it burn "Make your soul burn" "Block is hot, hot, ho-, ho-, hot, hot" "Play with fire and get burned" "B-b-burn s-slow" [Interlude: [?], [?] & K21] "Yo, you know what it is right now It's the X Factor, DJ [?], world-famous executioner And you know what it is, man, right now You're listening to the best of the Golden Era With my man, Briggs live Melbourne, Australia, all of Australia, worldwide Stand the fuck up, you know what it is, hey, Briggs, man Tell these ma'fuckers what time it is, man" "Ayo, this is [Pado?] Big uppin' the shit out of the Golden Era friendships, man Reppin' down here in Coburg, Melbourne Eating a fucking kebab and drinking a fucking can of coke and shit Big up yourselves, boom" "This is K21, and you're listening to the Golden Era mixtape, braap"