Fire! (The Rise of the Gift of God)

[Hook] This fire is out of control, we're gonna burn this city, burn this city (x8) [Verse One: Speed on the Beat] I've been sitting back, letting kitty cats, spit their silly rap Claiming that they're this and that, well get off your ass, Speed's back Kids claiming God? Oh Lawd, that's impossible What's a god, when you're battling an immortal in this race Punchline after punchline, bitch, I'm running out of time I wanna punch your voice box, fucking crush your punched lines Now that the kid's out the way, there's some shit I gotta say Gotta spray this verbal K until that motherfucker's empty If you gotta quote your jokes, then man, they're not funny Everybody gets them son, nigger, they're not funny And if you try to tell me again that "I'm funny," I'll cram this dictionary down your throat, nigga, bet money Big words don't equal nice lyricist! If they did, Shakespeare and Icarus would be selling hella digits, shit Illiterate little fucks, using spell-check to seem serious You couldn't even take this throwaway and you still couldn't compete with this [Hook] [Verse Two: Speed on the Beat] I wanna fucking smash, these skulls through glass Gas mask on me, then fill the room up with the ashes Of Kurt Cobain. Insane? Maybe a little bit Then light you up like a fat bitch taking a shit Faking ass kids, get your brain left right where you stand Band together, please, so I can crush all with one hand One man, that god damned, to carry the burden Of a land that he already scorned, no wonder why I call curtains I lost friends, oh well. Bitch this ain't Dre's day So, fuck what you say, I'm murking all your purpose Corrupt the game, and I'm serving your arms and Legs for dinner bitch, so watch your sounds, K? Or god's gift will cave, your frame, and corrupt your makeup Like a sweaty slut fucking after college bars let out In CP, then I'll shoot myself down, and snort my ashes back up, CM Punk [Bridge] You need to understand, that your little jabs...your insults...it's all kiddie games You can't leave a mark on the champ's face [Hook] [Verse Three: Speed on the Beat] Got Charles Hamilton pissed when I called him out against shit Got Lupe to go jump off the cliff when I spoke out against his Now they're both losing their minds, threatening cats over glowsticks Are you sure that SOTB is the one, that you wanna fuck with? Passing wisdom with these silly kids, these bloggers and these rappers. SHIT! There's a fire in me that will not quenched, will not subdue, and will not be drenched And yes I know this fire was originally sex... But I get lots of that, so that's out of the question Songs For..., the revival of the modern day male Stronger and survived this shit, that man? I used to fail I'm back on the course, and ready to take sail Listeners should notice that was a throwback to The old days, about a year ago, when Speed was fucking with silly hoes That didn't even wanna give me the blow, but they was acting like I was silly, so... I had to go and dump the dead weight, bad happen Then I had to get a good vibe, no Rabbit Homophobes would go and throw a pause of no homo... On that last punchline because they're unsure if they like the cholos But I know what I be, straight. And I love the kitty, a'ight man? So I know what the fuck I do and I know what the fuck I say And I know who the fuck I be, without the perceived fear of being... Chastised for anything, that's Speed on the Beat And I live my life as free as any fucking thing... And I've been through Hell, so I don't care about these... WACK ASS MOTHERFUCKERS TRYING TO CLOWN A REAL KING!