Akala - Mr. Fire in the Booth lyrics
[Akala - Mr. Fire in the Booth lyrics]
They call me mister fire in the booth
Don't force me to remind you why
Never gave a guy a bly ever
Who will ramp with I?
The half breed seed sprouting his disease
Haunting emcees like Dessalines
In Napoleon's dream i'm mean, not a team
Nor a squad nor a nation unless it's Haitian
Could break the back of my occupation
Cooperation is the only clever option open
Any choice you're given is fake
Kinda like you voting
Either way, the victory's mine son
Shoulda done as your mum said, listen to dad
I gave you life, thats inside of you
And, I provided too
Now you wanna question the very
Wisdom that guided you
Sounding like enlightened fools
Running from a spiteful brawl
But in my city we don't know
How to be nice at all
We know the knife's a tool
And that this life has rules
And the youngsters use them and lose them
Just on their bike to school
They call me mister fire in the booth, booth
They call me mister fire in the booth, booth
They call me mister fire in the booth, booth
Cos i'm always spittin' out the truth, truth
They call me mister fire in the booth, booth
They call me mister fire in the booth, booth
They call me mister fire in the booth, booth
Cos i'm always spittin' out the truth, truth
They call me mister fire in
The booth protect ya neck
Cos it's Sun Tzu with a hoodie on
Plato with a pair of creps
Use to reppin' where there's weapons
And never a santa we turn a stanza to a
Cancer with poetic banter
So no factor that chat which rappers crack
I cold Turkey that pratt
And let you have him back
If we believe your act that you
Believe that you can rap
You'll get punished for stupid beliefs
And it's more than slaps
The impact on the head of the hard headed
Bet that he'll get his little rap and facade
Deaded
In the ring with the king of the paragraphs
Come on then sweetheart, let us have a dance
Your twinkle toes and pretty
Pose could never dazzle
The one who throws a million
Souls and it’s never hassle
Battles are pleasure for a
General nobody told you?
Smash you a hole that is big
Enough to snatch your soul through
They call me mister fire in the booth, booth
They call me mister fire in the booth, booth
They call me mister fire in the booth, booth
Cos i'm always spittin' out the truth, truth
They call me mister fire in the booth, booth
They call me mister fire in the booth, booth
They call me mister fire in the booth, booth
Cos i'm always spittin' out the truth, truth
I take 'em out (All on my own)
Cos that's the way im made
Maybe in your culture suicide is being brave
The sage of the page makes
Graves plagued with dark ages
And ain't no choice to be
Buried I only do cremating
For little idiots thats not even rated
Not even hated not even a factor
That needs to be calculated
And you can't explain it
Much less contain it
Roll with us or get crushed
That i've already stated
In the plainest terms but fools never learn
Still tryna be what they're not
Like wearing the blondest perm
Cos of loss of purpose
I have you lost on purpose
You can't escape the furnace
So best you praise my verses
Look around the cooning's a lot
I spit a sentence quick like a judge
With a coon in the dock
But these clowns with their
Dead sound hate me
Still they don't count like a dead brown baby
Don't force me to remind you why
Never gave a guy a bly ever
Who will ramp with I?
The half breed seed sprouting his disease
Haunting emcees like Dessalines
In Napoleon's dream i'm mean, not a team
Nor a squad nor a nation unless it's Haitian
Could break the back of my occupation
Cooperation is the only clever option open
Any choice you're given is fake
Kinda like you voting
Either way, the victory's mine son
Shoulda done as your mum said, listen to dad
I gave you life, thats inside of you
And, I provided too
Now you wanna question the very
Wisdom that guided you
Sounding like enlightened fools
Running from a spiteful brawl
But in my city we don't know
How to be nice at all
We know the knife's a tool
And that this life has rules
And the youngsters use them and lose them
Just on their bike to school
They call me mister fire in the booth, booth
They call me mister fire in the booth, booth
They call me mister fire in the booth, booth
Cos i'm always spittin' out the truth, truth
They call me mister fire in the booth, booth
They call me mister fire in the booth, booth
They call me mister fire in the booth, booth
Cos i'm always spittin' out the truth, truth
They call me mister fire in
The booth protect ya neck
Cos it's Sun Tzu with a hoodie on
Plato with a pair of creps
Use to reppin' where there's weapons
And never a santa we turn a stanza to a
Cancer with poetic banter
So no factor that chat which rappers crack
I cold Turkey that pratt
And let you have him back
If we believe your act that you
Believe that you can rap
You'll get punished for stupid beliefs
And it's more than slaps
The impact on the head of the hard headed
Bet that he'll get his little rap and facade
Deaded
In the ring with the king of the paragraphs
Come on then sweetheart, let us have a dance
Your twinkle toes and pretty
Pose could never dazzle
The one who throws a million
Souls and it’s never hassle
Battles are pleasure for a
General nobody told you?
Smash you a hole that is big
Enough to snatch your soul through
They call me mister fire in the booth, booth
They call me mister fire in the booth, booth
They call me mister fire in the booth, booth
Cos i'm always spittin' out the truth, truth
They call me mister fire in the booth, booth
They call me mister fire in the booth, booth
They call me mister fire in the booth, booth
Cos i'm always spittin' out the truth, truth
I take 'em out (All on my own)
Cos that's the way im made
Maybe in your culture suicide is being brave
The sage of the page makes
Graves plagued with dark ages
And ain't no choice to be
Buried I only do cremating
For little idiots thats not even rated
Not even hated not even a factor
That needs to be calculated
And you can't explain it
Much less contain it
Roll with us or get crushed
That i've already stated
In the plainest terms but fools never learn
Still tryna be what they're not
Like wearing the blondest perm
Cos of loss of purpose
I have you lost on purpose
You can't escape the furnace
So best you praise my verses
Look around the cooning's a lot
I spit a sentence quick like a judge
With a coon in the dock
But these clowns with their
Dead sound hate me
Still they don't count like a dead brown baby