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letra de casa de fuego - gone_5zwt_009c

[produced by wolverine]

[intro:]

yesss!

[verse 1:]

hold up!
cause i’m feeling something rattling, battling in my system–it’s a body war
i’m not god, but i am what you prayed for, so i make war–everybody charge
i got no body art anywhere on my tan-colored body parts
in other words, i’m not tough, but god is my bodyguard, so backing away is prob’ly smart
yuh
i turn tables like i’m making k!ller beats
give the scent of the lion to the wildebeest
give food to your mind and you’re finna eat
spit it hot like i’m in the middle east
racing hard like i’m in a swimmers’ meet
till i get to ride in a limousine
i’m already short, never try to belittle me
i’m gonna k!ll your vibe if it’s k!lling me
hip hop goes to the grave if i say so
and the banks gonna stay closed
so you can’t get your pesos
i’m so bright, people i don’t like are a stain on my day-glo
don’t say that you ain’t know
that me releasing an album is what they gonna wait for
i was made to be great, so
if you say you doubt it, i’ll just say, “okay, if you say so”
listen, listen to the way i slay game with my pistol drilling
i done told you people that my mission isn’t to be following any tradition, given my condition
better believe that my aim is to conquer my fears and my inhibitions and to put me in number one hit position
till somebody admits that i win and k!ll it in the building!
uh!

[hook:]
everybody put your hands up high (this is a house of fire)
blazing every mic until i die (this is a house of fire)
if you got a lighter, raise it high (let’s make a house of fire)
watch me burn the roof and show the sky (this is a house of fire!)
house of fire, yeah, it’s a house of fire
never doubt what i’m about, yeah, it’s a house of fire
it’s a house of fire, yes, it’s a house of fire
i’ll raise a shout and drown you out, this is a house of fire!

[verse 2:]
house of fire, casa de fuego
i’m telling compet-tors “hasta luego”
but will i be seeing them anytime soon? well, it won’t be till they got a problem with pesos
and need a free handout–right, you think i’ll do a favor you would never return?
best believe when i wreck a beat and compare it to yours, i got a better feature
you better be sure that your sk!ll is tight, or else you better not -ssume you’re gonna k!ll the mic
better be sure that you’re not old hat or a throwback, cause i don’t think that that will suffice
yuh
just tighten your rhymes and your similes, make sure that every line’ll be giving heat
you’re either hot or you’re not, there’s no time for the in-between; give me the mic, cause i’m finna beast
on the mic, screaming, “ball is life!”
coming at any other rapper walking by
you never went hard, you chose the softer life
i just show them my softer side, cause i’m an awesome guy
and god’s given me the jaws of life when otherwise, the wreckage of my life’s car would die
i got a drum in my heart that i don’t wanna die
and, in case you were wondering, i got an awesome life
i done planned it out; you push your standards down
i guess you’re hoping your mission and mine cancel out
i’m not a hand-me-down of any particular rapper; i don’t hand this out, homie, i slam it down
until you’re jamming out; i’m the man to spout
the type of burning stuff you can’t handle now
you say you be the best? i don’t see the threat! got a gps? you’d better cancel route
i ain’t here to represent those who i’m better than; if i’m with you, it’s for both of our betterments
benefits aren’t for you detriments to the rap game; i ain’t settling; end it in sediment!
throwing dirt but i’m feeling no sentiment, tarnishing all of the back of your letterman
jacket you got, then dropped out after getting it; bet that my message is ending your meddling!
everybody wants to get some, then when it comes, they be acting like they’ve always been the big one
till they get dumped and their fifteen minutes is up, then they act like the pit sc-m–are you this dumb?
give me the kick drum, let the lights dim some like chinese food, room filling up like msg
i turn it up, no lsd; someday i’ll ball like the nfc
and i’m gone!

[hook]

[verse 3:]
(last verse…
here we go…)
darn right, it’s a house of fire!
don’t listen to anything from the mouths of liars
all they ever do is lie around on couches, tired
and lazy until the style of their sound expires
no, you can’t roll with me like you’re out of tires
just sit around until you’re out of fire
i’m gonna set the whole town afire
there’s no dictating how inspired
everyone’s gonna be, except for these newest targets i’ve now acquired
yuh
wolverine on that track, trick
my collar’s up with them flaps flipped
there’s no good name for my tactics
but it’s steak sauce, that’s a-1 everything
report card, got a’s on everything
my hood up, that’s trayvon everything
i’mma work hard till my face on everything
eating my cereal until my face on that box
will they love it or hate it or not?
who cares? cause i still stay fly like i got a cape on everything
till the day i find crowds and i’m staying iced out and i’m throwing my cake on everything
i’mma do what i do, burning when i’m in the booth every time i step up like it’s take one everything!

[hook]

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