ELZhi, Black Milk - Fire lyrics

What I put down in the
Sound coil is Crown Royal
It's like I dug in the ground, soil
And found oil i'm known to terrorize
Paralyze a pair of guys or
Prepare to rise off the land, sea, air
And skies
Snatch his heart, but spare his eyes
To show him why I'm great, violate
And I annihilate
My punchlines ain't just tossin' jabs
They often grab to put you in a Boston Crab
Caution, they say I'm psychosomatic
In the attic
My automatic stick to my clothes like static
-cling on
Better kiss the fist while the ring's on
On the winning hand, four aces
Now a king's drawn
What, how you want it, head or gut?
Let it cuts from the machete
You're not ready
Check, 1-2 and you don't stop
For niggas frontin', i get you open till the
Buttons on your coat pop it's that fire
I see the smoke rising high up
Hit higher, hands to the sky up
Spit fire, no, can't deny us
They getting lava cause it's that fire
I see the smoke rising high up
Get 'em, get 'em up, get 'em high up
Get a cup, let me see, see you light up
They getting lava cause it's that

Demand the respect
The effects could heat the room
Full of fans in the deck
Got my hands on the tech nology
It's a little too late for an apology
A style from me got more
Star quality than astrology eL is the name
Spit that shit that's so fire
It can dance around hell as a flame
Who nicer than me? You ain't worth
The price of the tea, in China
You a vagina enticin' to be fucked
I'm stuck in the spirit form
My brain mirror store 'em
Speak my mind, hear it swarm
Now a lyric's born i write a masterpiece
Better than my last release
Cooler than the cast of Grease
Burn a nigga to the ash at least
You couldn't get signed in a cast
Surviving then crash in peace
Back the fuck up
Get it nigga? Back the fuck up
Before you get attacked, smacked, hijacked
And stuck up


I am hot shit, a stand-up nigga, I do not sit
SWAT's hitting alerted
They heard I got the spot lit
Think deep, how deep? Deeper than a plot get
In a novel, with a pen, I tend to boggle
Now feel the kiss of death
When you spin the bottle
Don't have to send a hollow tip with
Others in the clip to follow
The man with the pen is illing
When he's into spilling again
Been as healing as penicillin
If your body can suck and inhale
And blow out, then no doubt
Probably not fucking with eL
In this genre, full of politics, chicks
And ganja find the one who signed ya
And murk him in his recliner
My words could kill a man
Much more than a kilogram
Of coke, once spoke
Shit can hit the ceiling fan
Cause in the booth I hear the siren calls
When I inflame off four
Entire walls with fireballs