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letra de fired up (feat. tim t) - rc3

fired up

[verse: rc3]
ay, it’s getting hot in here i’m seeing flames flames flames, yo i’m torching’ all these rappers burning’ all these fakes gangs, packing heat for all these posers that play this rap game, these wack lames, they making’ h-lla change but all they really care about is money, girls and fame and their beats they don’t bang, they really kinda lame with they conceited brain, my grip so tight when i’m spitting’ on the mic wrecking’ everything in sight that’s right all night, you goin’ see the white light if you run up tryna get right, the flow fiend, poem king, attacking’ with this dope scheme
wanted by the feds cuz i k!lled some beats and stole dreams, nasty on these tracks you know i could never go clean, game’s up for grabs; you know i’mma take the whole thing, i’m loaded and toasted, all jazzed up like i’m down in new orleans, your boy talking’ mess and it’s totally bogus i’m the coldest you should know this not a trendsetter these lames copy cats, my style fly they’ll prolly copy that

[hook: rc3]
i be fired up (4x)

[verse 2: rc3]
rappers better run and hide, pray to god that they survive, sending venom in ’em runnin down the spine and in they mind they knowing i’m an animal, a cannibal, it should be understandable why i’m raging’ like i’m hannibal, lecter defector make a fender bender on your new whip, i won’t feel it, this that cold spit, back into the madness, the havoc, all these other rappers’ flows is average, bust an arrow thro ’em like i’m katniss, everdeen, got evergreen boy am i ever mean taking you over like some meth amphetamines, ketamine, make you regret every little thing you said to me, my flow and me got perfect chemistry, k!lling beats till to death of me, that’s a promise like honest pretty women show me fondness my rawness is too ill to be harnessed, whatchu stupid? huh?

[hook]

[verse 3: rc3]
my rhythm is an enigma that no one can understand, an inexplicable crux no man can fully grasp, i spit bars so bizarre with my eccentric technique, your undivided attention is instantly piqued, i’m never offbeat or showing’ signs of defeat, your fate is looking’ bleak cuz my attacks are complete and discreet, faster than a speeding bullet no exaggeration, you shoot that 9 at a target, i’ll beat it to it’s destination, lougin’ on a gold throne, clothed in sacred robes as i spit flame into my chrome microphone, shots to your dome, piece, my -ssault never cease, no peace i slide through with ease and steez, to please these fiends, i don’t led up or falter, i keep it straight like gibraltar, 9 miles long 9 miles strong, spare no expense at these rapping events, million dollar flow, encrusted with the most decadent diamond necklace, understandable smooth (yeah), that murderers move with, nas taught me the flows that i grove with, my message is never lost in translation, and demands admiration, for the principles i’m stating, and my poetic language, so emulation is evaded, you say “i’m good for a white boy” then you being racist
[hook]

[verse 4: tim t]
man i ain’t trying to be the best out, but i still got my chest out, the rest out is the worst out, when the game falls i’ll be the first out, bust out the jungle like a gorilla, lyrical k!ller, running’ off the edge cuz they be falling off the ledge, they wishing’ they was dead, slice of h-ll in this cold world making’ my heart swell, i know some want me in a jail cell, (hah!), hope your ready to kick the bucket, know you’re going to love it, can’t put it above it, you know we are going to run it, go ahead and gut it, say we’re k!lling it but we already done it, so love it

[hook 2x]

- rc3

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