Arsonists - As The World Burns (1999) by Arsonists (보컬) on maniadb.com

BACKDRAFT! We ain't tryin to make you cats laugh
So talk that, we stack cash (BLAST) how long will rap last
if it only had corny MC's
Arsonists settin fires three-sixty degrees, BACKDRAFT!

Who wanna start a trend, when it shouldn't even be a trend
to be reckoned with, I think too many MC's are forgettin
I gather your whole crew, pull your pupils out your nostrils
Bad, raise my staff like witchcraft, takin em out for talkin back

BACKDRAFT! My arch enemies I'm fire fightin
So if you think of takin us out
your lucky ? expire you may retire
MC's get passed out like flyers, more dope rhymes than
Scarface got coke lines
You couldn't jerk me if you soaked mine

You get broke nine, in ten different ways, start at your armpiece
Then we continue
Plus I won't stop til your whole frame is deceased

Aiyyo man all your firestations cause these rappers burn through molecules
It's possible rockin you from your pores to your follicles
Droppin true skills (WORLDWIDE)
We rip it unrestricted, my ends terrific
Label this here, a pyroglyphic

Got you addicted now you wanna get (high) but you ain't takin flight
And since you're out, sleepin, sweet dreams, cause we be breakin night
Creatin tight songs
One style, is never necessary
I'm magnificent, better word, would be extrodinary

We toured through every fort and many thought we couldn't motivate

So hold your weight, ain't nuttin personal, it's just your flow we hate

Four-five, ? off, like inferanl
Damn it's he that makes the minimals that's now bein depleted
How you sounded is repeated, witcha ? rap that flows to see the
rhymin as the planet soul of providence..

So what so MC's know that I go nuts cause I bring hernia pain
Female MC's always treat me like a vericose vein
Cause they don't want it
Plain and simple I break it down like enzymes
and still got lyrical microbiologists decodin my rhymes
DNA structure

Flucuate, great dictation with them
cross and fadin's and them Krylon illustrations
We'll head out, it's amazin what be comin out the projects
like suburban families, cleanin out they hallway closets

Deposit right into sockets of wannabe model prophets
And I curse if you don't jock it, I'm stop you doo doo poppin
You floppin you coppin please, ease up to be the sharpest
Got you suckers on deez, external my ? is slobbin

BACKDRAFT! Burning all those, who wannabe copycatters
That's right
Trying to score runs on a slam, but they sloppy batters
Your rhyme bein chopped ? when you're surrounded by lyricists
I keep my flow difficult, so they're puzzled, when they be hearin this

I rock it now, so reminisce later, check your data then skate a
search around the world like the equator
So get your BluBlocker my knocka, the sun is here to shine
Swingin a Bat-man, and Rob-in those that are fine

BACKDRAFT! Engine engine number seventeen
Mic the gasoline to pass the team and lead us to the finish line
On a domination tip, cause you tried livin mine
Give it time

When you get sprayed with muderous rhymes
I burn the world
Like rims on cars, rooftoppin with Tupac
My havoc jam traffic leavin thoughts gridlocked, for two blocks
For twenty-two blocks, stomp a mile in those shoes
I step in walkin on lava, and STILL runnin through crews

Bashin crews and fools
Get summoned to hear my sermon
Servin love slaves, til the mind blur flutter flows, the giz be squirtin
merchants with the force of my mathematics advatange
Too drastic, it's flowin enormous like the ?

BACKDRAFT! MC's try to mess with deez
Talk they yack around my farm and shakin up my trees
Human please, I sneeze on your props and cheese
It's the dirty rat's trap with raps that ease

Pussycats leave!
With coordination like masturbation
Givin birth to styles and flows, with artificial insemination
Crew penetration, I make you climax
You see me, comin in 3-D, like you in Imax

Now this be rated PG, for Perfect Grammar I be sentencin
Street speakin, incredible heat-seakin
Disintegratin rap groups in high priced attired (AHH)
Extinguisher, fireman now puttin out the fire
We takes it higher

BACKDRAFT!

phone ringing....
little girl:Monkey, where you at monkey??

[Chorus]
And what, rappers wanna bring it to me
Oh, you the nicest M.C. (so so so so so)
And what, yeah we known to blow up the spot
Pyromaniax burning, blazing hot

Why would you wanna challenge a guy like me, if you not clever (come on)
Dirtier than prostitutes sweating in hot weather
Load the spot better, than you ever will in your life
Wanna kill and get trife, go ahead i'm just gone chill with your wife
The only one that'll get you in a cyph and flex style
So the next child that try to front then, I'ma pull your x-files
That been, hidden for years, and released when i came
Mics burn when i flame, forever remain with my name
Deliver high pain like migraine headaches and all
You got the nerve to stand before me, pretend you were bald
Must be pathetic to brawl, with a M.C. lord, holding a sword
I'ma a human microphone and my lyrics the vocal cord

You's a fisher price king only eligible to battle
Saddle ????
Who are you to hassle, the epidemy of master tackle
Buck forty nine plus tax to the max, corrision shample
Atista Gamble, don't tangle with hard to handle
Beats lyrical warfare up the river paddle your tackle
Gotta a neon shadow, but still confusing like a pharoah
????split through travels i unravel

[Chorus]

Now has led you would have it, my microphone grab habit
Excels over the plab attics, have 'em like (dag nam it)
They pissed off, like missing the toilet
They plans are foiled, like there wrapped in tin paper
Burned like skin scrapper, the top kid i'll take ya
I'm type nice, so think twice, before you hold the device
Lyrics shot are precise, had you blind like three mice
Me shise, must of had me mistaken for the wrong stick
That kids cut short, I'm the one with the long cord and the track one
i smack one rhyme at a time like kids acting up
Wild like the fight in a club, heads is backing up
In the meantime, disinfect your filth club, filled with clean rhyme
Gleam like sheam shine, take you ass home to better dream mine
Be out of town from sundown, this block ain't big enough for the both of us
No chance of redemption like broken trust
Who tops the bottle cap and seal the whole three liter bottle
Rap and let it go flat
Off duty officers in brooklyn better go strap...

Don't knock me 'cause you can't rock me
Lyrically i'm cocky, you sloppy, refer to me as copy
Malaki, of your style, i make a mockery of, 'cause you choppy
You should specialize in copies like kinkos
Don't ass think yo, you beat me (hahahahaha) i don't think so
Not even mulitiplied by cinco, you blink bro
Now catch your career going down the sink yo
My hits rock you dicks nots so run and get cops
I rip shops and flip hot fat like hitchcock
Outta space i roll with spock, lyrically kill herbs,
When i spill verbs, direct actors like speilberg,
Run with ill hearse (son whose the arsonists) hit me off yo
I slice nerds and melt icebergs in the north pole
You soft so, really awful, i rock the grand flow
You need magic like Orlando, or must be rambo, multiplied by commando
Tell your whole crew, i told you i wreck those too
Make you vocal, i'm express you local, call and sick, you saw my click
Your chances are steal it and straws and sticks

[Chorus]

Freestyle
I suggest you keep your distance my death blow's inevitable,
And your susceptible to physical injury this music industry
Is full of shit that's why I'm flipping, dipping and diving
Phoney executives to keep my wins consecutive
We also got a lot of actors who claim they bring the drama
The only I'm getting laid out is with your mama, commas
Couldn't stop me, semi-colons and hyphens
When I freestyle two-hundred words a minute, shit speed typing, I'm hyping
And I see the light at the end of the tunnel like one in the chamber
Ready to penetrate a stranger, I love the smell of danger,
Hearing the word Arsonist ain't hard to figure yet
Got to stop smoking Emcees somebody pass me the nicorette

*ladies and gentleman*

Swel
Put your hands together we about to bust your melon,
Crossing the map with shows, our vinyl's top selling,
So stop telling your tales your acting got no character,
Need more practice? nah, you need more stamina
The man with the intense spout, burning up the vehicle
The battle's just me and you (gill), sorry, me and your crew
There's no chance so run, so when you end up getting blazed
Keep your ashes in an urn and make sure there being save

Jise one
I keep looking into the eyes of my enemy's fortress, snorkelling
Deep within the outskirts forfeiting, calling stalling
Rolling behind the backburner stomach turner, don't test me
Creepy crawlers yawning, rapper's really starting to bore me
Forcing me to flee upon a carnage spree disease
Type remedy for the easy see T.N.T. powers that be
Feed upon the energy conceits, combine our seeds
Here to serve a good deed for those who need intervene you bleed

[missing verse]

D-Story
I drop fakers like drapes after beat downs defeat clowns
With street sounds neighbours tell me to keep the heat down
In this cheap town where fool's slip like cool chip
This ain't no school trip it's some cruel shit like news clips
Crews strip Demi Moore style, watch me rip through fakes,
Cripple flakes, make non-believers do the triple take,
I bomb crews without Tom Cruise on the mission
My pole positions got competitions, mama wishing
They're stuck to fishing by Ricky's lake or Richard's bay
Rhyming with Billy Ocean or Al B Sure won't get you play
By Joan's Rivers I clean clothes, lyrical mean pros
Go against dream flows, hope your team knows
We get around like news vans, giving black and blues man,
So who can touch the man with flavours like Toucan?

*Blaze in a maze*
*Blaze in a maze*

Q-Unique
Fully equipped with a mic and a spray can I withstand
Any wicked plan conjured by a wicked man, the quicker handle
Snatch up rhyme Arsonist Q spark the match up
The cipher's in flames got nothing to lose but a whole lot to gain
So I remain the main master of ceremonial
Like Puerto Rico remains prisoner by colonial
Your half verses over shopped over curses couldn't phase
My basic rhyme patterns you have you all standing in a maze
I lace the track up as if it was my Nike air butter
The all knowing Emcees for unaware couldn't compare glare
I outshine radiant rhymes, bring light to the subject of lyrical content
The rhythm gift is god sent

*Blaze*
*Blaze*
*Blaze*
*Blaze*

VENOM - Freestyle's first verse...
WITHIN MY INTRICATE
WEAVE OF BRAIN CELLS
I WITHHOLD THE MAIN SPELL
TO CAST UPON YOU DEMONS PLOTTIN' AND SCHEMIN', DREAMIN' ABOUT
THINGS THAT WILL NEVER OCCUR
IN THIS DIMENSION, FAR BEYOND YOUR WILDEST IMAGINATION, THE ILLUSTRATION'S SUSPENDED ANIMATION
I PUT YOU ON PAUSE 'CAUSE YOU'RE
TOO BUSY BENDIN' RULES WHILE I'M BREAKIN' LAWS OF GRAVITY
DON'T GIVE A DAMN IF YOU'RE MAD AT ME
FILLIN' JAWS WITH CAVITIES
IF YOU'RE STILL BREATHIN' YOU SHOULD BE GLAD TO BE ALIVE, SOME DON'T SURVIVE OR LIVE TO SEE THE NEXT DAY
YOU CAN'T RESET AND AIN'T NO FREEBIE IN THE GAME THAT YOU PLAY
YOU SLITHER SKILLFULLY AND WILLFULLY ALL OVER MY TRUST
THEN IT'S A MUST THAT YOU BITE THE DUST, YOU MIGHT HAVE TO GET BUST
OR PERSECUTED, EXECUTED, LYRICALLY DEGRADED
MENTALLY DECAPITATED, MAKIN' SURE YOU NEVER MADE IT
'CAUSE I'M FED UP WITH YOU'RE MISSION, STUPID NIGGAS NEVER LISTEN, TALKIN' 'BOUT THEY'RE NEVER DISSIN', ON THEIR OWN PEOPLE THEY'RE PISSIN'
THE HISSIN'S AT A TONE
UNDETECTABLE BY EARS
THE ADVANTAGE IS HIS OWN IF YOU HAVE NEGLECTABLE FEARS
SLIDIN' THROUGH CRACKS AND CREVICES, NO MATTER HOW TIGHT
SHOW FRIGHT,
AND PREY GETS SWALLOWED UP IN ONE BITE...

VENOM - Freestyle's third and last verse of the song

WORD... ALL JOKES ASIDE
THIS MATTER CAN BE COMPLICATED
YOU COULD
FAIL IN UNVEILIN' THE ONES WHO PERPETRATE, KID
THEIR CLOAK AND DAGGER HIDES THEIR DESIRE TO USE THE NEXT KIN
IT'S HEREDITARY AND NECESSARY TO SHED SKIN
IT TENDS TO BURN WHEN YOU'RE TOUCHED BY THE HOLY SPIRIT
PRESENTED WITH THE WORD OF GOD AND YOU DON'T WANNA HEAR IT
YOU CAN'T BE NEAR IT, YOU FEAR IT, IT ALWAYS FOILS YOUR PLANS
YOU DEAL WITH GREED AND ALWAYS FEEDIN' OF THE BLOOD OF MAN
IT'S ALL A HOAX, YOU TRY TO COAX WHEN YOU'RE UP IN MY CENTER
YOU ENTER BUT THE TEMPTOR'S NOT MY MENTOR
IT'S MY BELIEF WITHIN THE CHEMISTRY, I PREACH MY MINISTRY
GOT MY SEAL OF AUTHENTICITY, THAT'S WHY YOU'RE ALWAYS DISSIN' ME
INTERFERENCE WITH SIGNAL'S THE THING I ALWAYS TRY TO PREVENT
SLIPPERY SERPENTS
YOU NEED TO REPENT
AND AIN'T NO REPTILE WITH FANGS LONG ENOUGH TO TAKE MY SHIT
FROM TIME TO TIME I PRAY AND STAY AWAY FROM DEEP SNAKE PITS

Okay we gon' set the coordinates
for Q-Unique to travel through rhyme time travel
Ahh, we're going to send him, 1979, 1988, and 1999

[computer voice] Nineteen, seventy-nine

[Q-Unique]
Hoooooooo! (Hooooooo!)
Say ho, ho! (Ho, ho!)
Ah with the A to the B, the C to the D
Come on, party people get with me
Swingin, I give you what you need
and just check the rhyme as I proceed
ah with the funk, box, no dreadlocks
I keep a fade and stay well paid
The funky speakin Puerto Rican without a doubt
And suckers wanna test, you get smacked in the mouth
With the R-E-S, P-E-C-E-T *
No kid, don't you play with me
R-E-S, P-E-C-E-T *
Cause I'm rollin with the R-S-C
I'm with the Arsonists, to the Zulu Nation
To the top the destination
With unity, and elevation
Speak Q-Unique beats innovation

[computer voice] Nineteen, eighty-eight

[Q-Unique]
Arsonists, settin fires
D-Stroy, Swell Boogie, Freestyle, Jise One
Q-Unique..

The force of one, vocally sprayed by poetic machine gun
Acknowledge existance of a prodigy born son
Even the odds divide come up with the sum
and the remainder will be one
The Q-U-N-I, Q-U-E
Check the menu, for what it'll be
Steady flow more, for lyrical pop
Cause I walk talk look live breathe hip-hop
Futuristic b-boy, Rock Steady Crew
Check your Chinese calendar, it's the year of the Q
Calm, down, my pace so you can
hop all over lyrical roller coaster ride
As I, once, again, climb, slow-ly, up the track
then fall in a poetical burst of an array
of fat linguistic dispersion
So get a grip, like a velcro strap
Cause when I step up I kicks the crazy rap
Conflict is none, the rhymes outdone
Check the tactics to the force of one

[computer voice] Nineteen, ninety-nine

[Q-Unique]
Q-United, Rock Steady rhymer
Arsonist settin fire, check it
All throughout the seasonal, the epitome of hip-hop
locks mic cord to track board to spite all rap overlords
When from out the heavens street lessons
and battle tactics from rhythm speak
Q-U and the art of studyin the 1200 Technic
Ceremonial master killer, apply the fat cap to the filler
And still and yet, you have no defense against my six step
Only thing that seperates me from the mic is space and time
And it'll be a matter of minutes before orbitin graceful lines
Search your place and find, Q-Unique way up, now first in line
Words written will radiate, hence the verse will fly in
Used to listen to Ice Cube curse a rhyme now I shine like sunrise
in the summertime, I'm like hmm, nevermind, one of a kind..
*track abruptly ends*

What is it really
That's going on here
You've got your system for total control
So is there really anybody out there
Now watch us suffer cause we can't go
What is it really that is in your head
What little life that you had just died
I'm gonna be the one that's takin over
Now this is what it's like when worlds collide

Are you ready to go
Cause I'm ready to go
What you gonna do baby baby
Are you going with me
Cause I'm going with you
It's the end of all time

What is it really that motivates you
The need to fly or this fear to stop
I'll go along for the ride but surprise
When we get there I say 9 of 10 drop
Now who's the light and who is the devil
You can't decide so I'll be your guide
And one by one they will be hand chosen
Now this is what it's like when worlds collide

[chorus]

What is it really when they're fallin over
Everything that you thought is denied
I'm gonna be the one that's takin over
Now this is what it's like when worlds collide

[talking]
Rock Steady was a B-boy crew, but to me it's all about hip hop,
So, rock steady is a hip hop crew now. Its about all four elements, And we
represent those lovely, sratch pickers, arsonists,
All the b-boys that are down with us, the b-girls, we have some dope
B-girls, and you know, we got graf artists like East and Zero T,
Its just straight up on skills, this is Crazy Legs from the Rock Steady
Crew, I'm out

Hip-Hop was breaking, spray paintin' full train cars
DJ's cutting emcess presents the ghetto stars
I was the skinny shorty wop, with the bop in my step
Shams the bear and teloids, playboys and I was set
Running through the streets of the boogie with a bang
Pops was kinda strict, so at times I couldn't hang
But whateva the case, I stuck close to my hip-hop
Somethin' in my soul just kept that, on lock

And oppurtunity never knocked, but we was still open
Saying ish like fresh, like def (dope in)
And crack was on the corner rumblin' the dry goods
With something I decided never to persue in my hood
I was, too busy in the middle of the streets playing skelly
With Ray and Big Lou, listenin' to Flash and Melly
And rockin' block parties, seemed to be my route
But I had to give that up, they always ended in shoot outs

Hip-Hop was rhyming, hard timin', radio hits
No dats, so the D.J's was still in the mix
Grafitti and breaking took a back seat
'cause the A&R's couldn't figure how to make they ends meet
I was the high school rapper to the girls in the hall
While my nigga Clarence Greer was slammin' with a basketball
Tune my radio on a saturday night
Daydreamin' 'bout grippin' mikes and being in the spotlight
Fat rope chains in a pair of A.J's in the p.j's frontin' like I had status
(what) who's the baddest?
The brotha on swinten ave, though fresh out the lab
You just couldn't tell Q-Unique what he couldn't have

It all started in Bushwick, defacin' the community
Around the way, all you saw was nothin' but graffiti
As a shorty I was poppin' never could I ever stand still
Always battlin' 'cause it was all about the skills
Never learned windmills, but my boogie took me places
When I started emceeing, I kept it fat like my laces
Wrestlin' was the bomb, kept me from doing my homework
Radio was my thing, when red alert went bezerk

[Chorus] 4x's
Yes yes y'all, let me get some
'cause we, never forgot where we came from

Note: This issupposed to be a strange song, so don't stress to hard over it.

*Somebody speaking another language*
*One of the Arsonists taking the mickey out of that lanquage*
*Somebody speaking in another language*
*unknown robotic speaking*
My two frogs, they got burned on the radiater (SFX of an eagle)
Two got flushed in the toilet and the two cookies fell
Oh man is that my beeper? (SFX of a cow)
Two pizzas said Yo (SFX of a pig)
The deal is in real (SFX of a pig)
Peace my brother said coming down the street, where you at kid where you at?
Where's the lime-green apple-sauce kid? (SFX of a pig)
Forty-eight times I told you don't go! (SFX of a pig)
The milk is not their (SFX of a pig)
Monkey where you at monkey? (SFX of a pig)
He said to me and my Father's telling me Yo father what you tellin' me? Daddy, daddy don't like me (SFX of a lion)
He said Daddy, Daddy the refridgerater's by the gate (SFX ofa pig)
I don't care what school you got to ("go to" is speeded up)
naa
na
se....te
naaaaaa
flaa
tyeer (SFX of a pig)
I was tellin' him yo you don't know me I'm not real! (SFX of a Parrot)
I said kid the TV is on channel thirteen (SFX of a parrot)
You know thirteen as in the teen and the feen and the reen? (SFX of a parrot)
The sky was black, it almost looked like candy-apple green (SFX of an animal, Not sure what)
Hey sweetie, what's going on with your metal plates? (SFX of an elephant)
Well now what you see, is the sun coming down on to the bus (SFX of an animal, Not sure what)
I said the sun comes down to the bus
I said the sun (SFX of a parrot) comes down on to the bus (SFX of a sheep)
So you play my CD, I call dumbleekunti
and he didn't know it (SFX of a lion)
I said who's your God, and he said lahumpli! (SFX of a pig)
I was like baby, you so sweet, your nectar is from my reflecter! (SFX of a horse)
I'm a flatunplii
I know who I am, and do you know who you am?
I was wih the chicken by the hippo (SFX of a bird)
I was with the chicken by the hipp-o (SFX of an animal, Not sure what)
Born with a monkey funky junky, who do you think you are you flunky? (SFX of a sheep)
I was a winner not a winner
Everybody knows my style
Coz the pimp said I was for Ninety-nine cence