Burn (feat. Asahene) Video (MV)

If the eye of the storm is the calm of disaster
The calm when I'm mad makes me more of a bastard
A loss ain't a death in the mind of a master
The lines that I hear make you more of an act
Marijuana to manipulate my thought process, telling me that I'm an O.G. in my own mind
O.G. is in the middle of the word progress, so I suppose I'm an O.G. of some kind
If I ain't shit, then mother f*cker riddle me this
I make the present disappear as if it didn't exist
A beast, women hear mating calls when I spit
And your chick may be the beauty if you catch my drift
I'm up next with a dream of flames
It's time for the stallion to the free the reigns
From the grip of the master and ease the brain
Of the black and the white not being the same
But I digress I'm here to roast the competition
I've heard less lies from these nice politicians
Blowing loud in the air so I probably won't listen
As I drop flame 'n ash on the Hene opposition
Just an ignorant n***a with a smart mouth
I mean a smart black man with some ignorant ways
A Siberian tiger with a flamethrower
'Cause this cool cat just set the track ablaze

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
We stay high so look up to us
They try hard to extinguish the
Flame that we bring 'cause we making some
People, burn with desire
Say what you want but we speak with the fire
Say what you will but we will what we need
That hate that you love spreads the flame like a breeze

Been so many places, seen some many face but ain't nothing different
Bitch ain't no stopping this, call me Greg Popovich, I'm used to winning
Ain't noting changed, still rep the Nat Gang to the end from beginning
F*ck you if you looking, mask up if your crooking for my n****s that's sinning
I murder the beat, it'll be a few days before they search the lake
Studio get yellow taped, might take a trip to California, plan my escape
Shit been too cray in my city, I think that I need a vacay
Might fly to the bay with my bae, tell her sit on my face, Happy Valentine's Day
She asked me, "How was dinner?" said,"Mine was great"
Had the salmon and beer, she had the wine and steak
Last album kind of late
That was my mistake
Shit was kind of soft, shit was kind of Drake
One phone call to make, crew come through on the double
You bring more n****s we gon need more shovels
N****s 'bout t-t-t-talk and no trouble
My choppers 'bout b-b-b-bass and no treble
Flow hotter than Hell, I put that on the Devil
Dress like a businessman, think like a rebel
Flow so magnif, make yours obsolete
Cujo unchained or Django unleashed
King on the throne on these songs I'm a beast
If it's featuring me then it's gon be a feast
Just give me the beat and it's bon appétit
That was verse one, what comes after three?

A matter of time, keep your eyes on the clock as you watch how I work
My brain is alive, all the flames that arrived, train to coincide with the pain that's inside
Expressed through the things that I write hanging tight and it burns even more as I slide down the rope
Another digit in the bank account can change the route
And change your view like the numbers on the microscope

Bishop with The Juice
A generous Jew
A slave on the loose
No chains, no noose
Never concerned with competitors views
I'm better than you
Amazed and amused by the flames that I spew
What once was a spark to a flame it grew
My name it rings bells in the streets, I'm that dude
For you, like an owl in the tree they say, "who"?

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
We stay high so look up to us
They try hard to extinguish the
Flame that we bring 'cause we making some
People, burn with desire
Say what you want but we speak with the fire
Say what you will but we will what we need
That hate that you love spreads the flame like a breeze

Illuminati want my mind, spirit and my body
Whoa bro better slow that shit kemo sabe
Shitting on 'em, treat the booth like a port-o-potty
Shitting on 'em like I just drank a pot of coffee
Roll a stick of that grass, call it field hockey
Been a problem ain't noting you can do about me
Little bitch hella salty, call her tater thotty
N***a we want all the smoke like a Punjabi

If your mindset isn't pyro, take a hike hoe
Got a chance, took a stab at it like psycho
Up top with the heat bulb in the light pole
Big moves I could transform yours to micro

These n****s think they bad, I'm bad like Michael
Every track I grab I spaz, I might blow
Need a padded room in my pad for my flow
Every mic I grab it turn to nitro
Glycerin, A.D.D. with no Ritalin
Told her eat a Rob Dyrdek, this shit is ridiculous
Bucket low like f*ck it tho, I'm feeling like Gilligan
Spit this shit so venomous, Hene bout to begin again

Every Beat I've been on got a PhD
Yeah I burn that shit to the third degree
On fire but the rest of you can't tell
I swear the shit burn like a foot in the ant hill

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
We stay high so look up to us
They try hard to extinguish the
Flame that we bring 'cause we making some
People, burn with desire
Say what you want but we speak with the fire
Say what you will but we will what we need
That hate that you love spreads the flame like a breeze