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letra de burn (original 12" test press version) [main mix] - godfather don

godfather don – “burn (original 12” test press version)”
[emcee(s): godfather don]
[producer(s): godfather don]

[intro (overlapped with hook): godfather don]
get these ready. yeah! yeah! you know how it goes. it’s live for ‘95. down under. no wonder. yeah, dj tech on the boards in your borough. yeah, yeah, check it out as i burn, baby, burn

[hook (overlapped with intro): sample]
“i burn, baby, burn, like ‘disco inferno’” – sample from the notorious b.i.g. – “who shot ya?” (x9)

[verse 1: godfather don]
physical light penetrates states of blindness
to find this display of advanced lyrical highness
kinematics, a full pack of complex, so what’s next?
i inject fast and just take whatever’s left
your priest prays more, he says i don’t—figures
tear a n-gga clever with a beretta and never bigger
as triggers leading, the scene becomes malicious
the plaque large and vicious, destroys the fict-tious
traveled in blood tales to hit lymphatic and brain
can’t maintain, the paint then splattered
sustenance with vlad the impaler, the noc-
-turnal feast—if not, i seem banner
the green ails a lot, stops for antidotes. i gather
needles, jails and cells from cantaloupes
scan and scope the heavens and h-ll to try and locate
the medical k!ller sect who wreck their whole state
the known fate’s apocalyptic—that’s why i kicked it
to stop afflicted who’s not gifted. ‘father
rip sh-t like wet linen, the ending [?]
[?]
throughout the metro, the klepto gain status
i’m iller than any old serial k!ller—don’t at us

[hook: sample]
“i burn, baby, burn, like ‘disco inferno’” – sample from the notorious b.i.g. – “who shot ya?” (x4)

[verse 2: godfather don]
hits from rooftop, crops of dead bodies
fresh flesh for test, n-ggas step and try to copy, yo
i see through your membrane and grey matter
fatter concepts shatter your team, and they scatter
that’ll produce volley of doo inside your system
and now the k!ller christian creates mental incisions
not feeling the prisons, i’ll leave your -ss saddest
the praying mantis crushing skulls for mad damage
the cops don’t know, they can’t trace my many methods
for any efforts, the results [?]
the beast’s nature to rip souls and then invade ya
since the beginning of time, i’ve been major
i’ve fought demons. nowadays, i make [?]
like keenan to leave centuries zenith—i mean it
to break haymakes, navicular and metacarpals
i extract black vertebrates and burn your carc-ss
and the parasital spittle turns to brittle
little sick, and my whole clique’ll have acquittals when i…

[hook: sample]
“i burn, baby, burn, like ‘disco inferno’” – sample from the notorious b.i.g. – “who shot ya?” (x8)

[verse 3: godfather don]
yeah, in phase
four, i gaze more into your psyche
it might be enticed to ice, n-ggas don’t like me
i’m slightly off-course, the force accelerates
and elevates ‘til the whole world obliterates
until that time, i’ll resign, enter the chamber
release anger on the populace that hear ya
i’m dropping this to bang ya, produce holes in your
hollow huts with just a bust, you’ll be tomorrow’s dust
i drink kerosene, all ways to seek out
through my specimens, the hot honeys’ll freak out
and eat out. yeah, right, fat gas administered
your menacing camp protect you from the sinister
cerebral. arteriole arts of war get you
like a hawk, rip through parts of your tissue
break down to the alpha and omega
straight down through the mouth, dump your crew of fakers
your respiratory tract snap back like clips from black gats
your lungs fill up as i k!ll off your wack acts
and all ill acts get sh-llacked then tarnished
the carnage leave my blood-stained sh-lls varnished

[hook: sample]
“i burn, baby, burn, like ‘disco inferno’” – sample from the notorious b.i.g. – “who shot ya?” (x8)

- godfather don

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