Burn (Remix)

Lyrics

[INTRO] Listen I keep telling yall saroc ain't here to play (Jahlil beats holla at me) I murder MCs with 48 bars Then resurrect them with the mic cuz I'm the goddess MC Yeah we on that righteous shit [VERSE] Welcome to the world of immortal Where lyrics live forever Turn the volume up so you could really hear a living legend If I was a numerical value id be a 7 Heaven knows I'm God (?) that's why I rep a star and crescent What I spit is like a bit of holy water Bless you with impeccable messages outta my orifice I don't give a damn if you king me my ninja wing me Goin to war with these bars I promise I'm on my Horus shit My freestyles got em freaked out Like them junkies walkin beats with ratty furs and cheeks out huhhh You wanna play get yo jersey and yo cleats out I'm Pele you ballin everytime I put a release out The realest artist you ever heard on your audio banging out universes from subatomical particles Are you in my position on top it's rather implausible Kinda like JFK be my hero don't let me martyr you I clap back like assassins on a grassy knoll Me and losing are diametrically opposed You in the caliber of my talent you will get froze so chill cuz you ain't even a notch on my totem poll, ock I'm poet laureate flowing level like Tony Morrison ((??)) my developed royal You might see me now rollin in my Carolla But trust and believe me bruh that the (?) match the persona I'm the Mecca and the owner take your life in a moment Then resurrect you like Isis with a microphone and the words are spoken Think I'm jokin, I don't have no prior(Pryor) history but you a (?parliament?) Knight tryna replace the I in victory Highly unlikely partner I'm highly ((?)) You puss and boots in your future like a tent with no preacher There's equally no chance of revival I'm tryna go viral like common colds in the winter without acetaminophen Natural born (?) killer its Mick and Mallory cinema Yall prolly sayin she changed she so pedestrian What happened to that space rap, that starseed, yall question me Answer: took em 6 years to catch up to me Them boys on that Edgar Hoover I stay on my Huey P All black and fist up cuz styles on my wrist up They grindin out these 16s that yall could get the gist of I'm still on that God hop told yall I ain't come from here I'm broadcasting on Mars yall glad with a TV world premier Splatterin patterns and shapes outta my trachea Hanging these weaker lines off the line like delicate underwear I'm so underrated 5 mics would not suffice to describe the daily fight that I'm rumbling here It's like godzilla to a godless It ain't easy spartan bare fists to a living goddess is it I'll father (Alia?) wit it Enlighten you in the cypher and watch you evolve in minutes My pen and pad is like WMD I'm bubblin now but when I blow my burden is ruthless(roofless) meaning the sky's the limit