Fire

Lyrics

[Intro: Planet Asia] Niggas know what the fuck is goin' on, man You know, we in the kitchen cookin' and shit, you know what I'm sayin'? Stove is hot and shit, man Niggas need to put their mask on, man, we been in here too long, man You already know what it is, man, shit is real The fuck I'm talkin' bout, man [Verse 1: Planet Asia] Magic mantra, moonlight melodic contra, Allāhu akbar, over the pasta This is autopilot, nautical pirates, touch of Midas, David Roberson, night MacGyver skydivers Poisonous scorpion, [?] math meticulous, with the wind staff I'm the most magnificent monk [?] style Michigan drunk, I ain't been on a mission for months From the eye of the third Electro Phi, inspirin' with words, I enlighten Those with righteous minds and fire and herbs Play the lab like a chemist, Bill like a Seventh-Day Adventist The chain caught a victory in Venice, lord medallions Afghanistan, Moroccan, Italian, I ran through And that's what I'd have it's a popular album My solar rays extend extensive, the older age is expensive Before I fold the page, I'm getting rich and filthy (filthy) [Hook: Planet Asia] This is esoteric thug merch (thug merch) The camera flies gods out the gun church (gun church) Killing shit with concentrated G fire (G fire) Call it what you want, we fire (we fire) This is esoteric thug merch (thug merch) The camera flies gods out the gun church (gun church) Killing shit with concentrated G fire (G fire) Call it what you want, we fire (we fire) [Verse 2: Tristate] Yeah Long nose laser, Maserati, Muslim on the caper Blowin' vapors out the rollin' papers, Scientology Splash, mythology, math, demolish your staff With a blast on behalf of the craft, the crowd Genic, jewels glisten like emblems drippin' The suit's vintage, witness my immaculate stitchin' The technician, here to turn the tables on the periodic They say the colors in my pyramid is real exotic We don't wrestle with you play-pretend, paper-thin, label hands Unless your label throwin' wager in, slight shade Tight fade from the mic blade, nice chain Diamonds dancin' in the light rays, pure-cut, raw extravagant catalyst Meditatin' by the fire like an African sacrament We the most dangerous, throwin' flames at the plagiarists Smoothin' trigger with the broken languages, uh [Hook: Planet Asia] This is esoteric thug merch (thug merch) The camera flies gods out the gun church (gun church) Killing shit with concentrated G fire (G fire) Call it what you want, we fire (we fire) This is esoteric thug merch (thug merch) The camera flies gods out the gun church (gun church) Killing shit with concentrated G fire (G fire) Call it what you want, we fire (we fire) [Outro: Tristate] Imagine that, you're out here sneak dissin' the best Until them slugs whistlin' past your mental and [?] Gold chain, durag dynasty, general monks Live at the Apollo Apollo Brown, man, what's in the box?