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letra de conflagration - plasthic slash & bionic the soul king

verse 1
i’m on fire like the pentecost, when we buss
since twenty plus, been hanging out with men we trust
puddles of tears? bottles of beer always drown grief
found peace smoking the brown leaf with my town chief
game launches, feigned punches and many flinching
steady cringing, you’re penny pinching while i’m merrill lynch-ing
wife and i fight, exchange words and gain knowledge
then iron out issues over spoons of plantain porridge
to wack cats, crafting bars is an evasive art
worships hephaestus, still no creative spark
my simple offering got the people pondering
if i burn the midnight oil, illegal bunkering
stalk prey with the patience of watching hair grow
we in the field, arms out like a scarecrow
i send emcees into fellowship mode, next they found dead
i walk down the yellow brick road and paint the town red

verse 2
i’m on fire like bruce mayrock, i could take off
still expire when state cops spray shots
new york, good city to chase that dough
true talk, but naija the only place i know
no place like home but cash just dey dribble strong boys
and kingpins, only thinking of my little one’s joy
discussed the people’s wrong choice with kizzle youngvoice
political pr-cks that slay queens and cripple tomboys
evil convoys, public officers just dey tiff excess
them fit send dss come cramp us for gss
where we dey dey smoke gbana, then it’s game over
arrest us for playing with fire? we no be flame throwers
me i just wan rap, i no wan chop some slaps
i no wan make them carry me go where i might not come back
they say you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s long gone
i say you don’t know what you’ve got till you’re facing the barrel of a long gun

verse 3
i’m on fire like mile one market
knight of st. moritz, i been dey smoke like one packet
on a daily with mary, i was young and restless
dumb and reckless, thought by now i’d gone and breathless
huh! when the gr-ss is smoked, the snakes’ll show
the fireman that moves with flames not h20
band for hire, i bump mapouka banging the dames
man on fire, i want dakota fanning the flames
yeah! carbon copy of some diamond or graphite
i swing bottles of don simon for bar fight
eating bole that half ripe watching the magpies
play spurs with a b-tch that’s known to blow the bagpipe
i dropped a missile with xplain d don
sh-t was so explosive isis was like, “let’s claim the bomb”
bought a bangle for your babe, my eggs she scramble for the papes
in her birthday suit, she closed her eyes and blew my candle for the cake

- plasthic slash bionic the soul king

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