Artist: Elzhi f/ Black Milk, Fatt Father, Danny Brown, Fat Ray and Guilty Simpson
Album:  The Preface
Song:   Fire (Remix)
Typed by: PDog1217@aol.com

[Intro - Black Milk - talking]
Yeah, uh, Elzhi, Black Milk, let's go
Yeah, uh ...
Yeah, uh

[Verse 1 - Black Milk]
You can't mention the top five without mentionin I
Black and Elzhi, fire like the temperature rise
Limitless I'm, not even the sky's the limit to I
When we spit with adrenaline times ten
From the beginnin until the rhyme end
It's, no stoppin, every line's mind bogglin
Stoppin your top artist, toppin them
When we spit sick, naw critics love to get compliments
Go

[Verse 2 - Fatt Father]
Yo, a little 'gen and sodium
Pandemonium, sparks the fat man at the podium
Starts the flame on, I came to stay long
(Somebody call SVU!), I rape songs
Fatt Father collarin fake bums, like Steak-umms
With great guns, that'll have you covered in A1
Al Green told me I was hotter than cooked grits
And my words seem more like somethin I cook with

[Chorus - Black Milk] - w/ ad libs
Yeah, cause it's that fire
I see the smoke risin higher
Hi-higher, hands to the sky, up
Spit fire, nope can't deny us
They gettin liver

Cause it's that fire
I see the smoke risin higher
Get 'em, get 'em up, get 'em higher
Get a cup, let me see, see you light up
They gettin liver, cause it's that fire

[Verse 3 - Danny Brown]
I fire up the blunt and it tastes like gumbo
Hit the trees hard like George And The Jungle
I'm a play humble 'fore I let the K rumble
Know you got a bitch fatty and a snitchin ass uncle
Brown play niggaz like 'funkel
Land tan seats in the old school sedan
So nigga talk sweet and the forty fifth blam
Hit a nigga in his back, make 'em do a handstand

[Verse 4 - Fat Ray]
Look, it's Fat Ray, fireman, I'm turnin the hose on
You fire up a L, we burnin the whole zone
So you can go to hell with fire and brimstone
Fire with the heckler (fire)
Niggaz is even jockin my hand gestures
Yes, cause I'm fresher than the Nantucket Nectar (fresh)
Ain't a man fresher, we apply pressure
You a lie, crooked in the street, when I fire like a Vietnam veteran

[Chorus] - w/ ad libs

[Verse 5 - Guilty Simpson]
Yeah, you can't extinguish my genius, release just enough to touch y'all 
Without a just cause
And still build a loyal following
Front row at my next show hollerin, witnessin overpowerin 
Lyrics, you feel it deep down, way beneath the street's ground, in sewer tops 
We do enough, you do a lot
With zero reward, I'm the chairman of the board
Warlord, sendin verb victims to the morgue

[Verse 6 - Elzhi]
Yeah, yeah, still charge an ill joggin, with skill that can kill squadrons
We'll reveal this all in your grill, like the drill sergeant
Too mean, two spleens, this is daily routine
If you seen, holdin new green, in my blue jeans
Knuckle every clown, always chuckle, barely frown
Pistol here beneath the bubble, like Huckleberry Hound
When I came in, bent down to strike the game and
They say that I'm fire, you just got fired for soundin like your flamin

[Chorus] - w/ ad libs

[Outro - Black Milk - talking]
If you a fan, go and fan a nigga off, yeah (yeah)
Wave your hands, yeah, fan a nigga off, uh (uh)
Go ahead, just fan a nigga off, yeah (yeah)
If you a fan, go and fan a nigga off, go!