The Fire

Uh, what, Mr. Pressure on the microphone Almighty Hilltop Golden Era family And we do it like... [Verse one] I enter the stage and the temperature raised, they came Penning the phrases so much venom, my blades the page Get better with age, when I’m dead in the grave they’ll say Ahead of his age and these veterans paved the way Never to change if the heavens are raining flames Red in my veins from the settlers they came and changed Pressure the name while the rest of them fade away Better it rains then to never have claimed today Words of war my verse is murder more The police in custody would prefer to serve the law So curve that thought, no beef, I’m certain they heard before Ego won't let em crawl so they never learned to walk So we rhyme for the hurting, poor hard working for International heard applaud to local suburban tour Y’all gave a purpose for the roar when the curtains draw Furthermore ask yourself what you’re searching for [Outro] There’s something in your heart And it’s in your eyes It’s the fire, inside you Let it burn You don’t say good luck You say “Don’t give up” It’s the fire, inside you Let it burn