Blaze

[Verse 1: Freestyle]

I suggest you keep your distance

My death blow's inevitable, and your susceptible to physical injury

This music industry is full of shit

That's why I'm flipping dipping and diving

Phoney executives to keep my wins consecutive

We also got a lot of actors who claim they bring the drama

The only I'm getting laid out is with your mama, commas

Couldn't stop me, semi-colons and hyphens when I freestyle

Two hundred words a minute, shit speed typing, I'm hyping

And I see the light at the end of the tunnel like one in the chamber

Ready to penetrate a stranger

I love the smell of danger, hearing the word Arsonist ain't hard to figure yet

Got to stop smoking Emcees somebody pass me the nicorette

Ladies and gentleman

[Verse 2: Swel Boogie]

Put your hands together, we about to bust your melon

Crossing the map with shows, our vinyl's top

Selling, so stop telling your tales

Your acting got no character, need more practice?

Nah, you need more stamina

The man with the intense spout, burning up the vehicle

The battle's just me and you

(gill), sorry, me and your crew

There's no chance so run, so when you end up getting blazed

Keep your ashes in an urn and make sure there being save

[Verse 3: Jise one]

I keep looking into the eyes of my enemy's fortress

Snorkelling deep within the outskirts, forfeiting, calling stalling rolling behind the backburner

Stomach turner, don't test me creepy crawlers I'm yawning

Rapper's starting to bore me

Forcing me to flee upon a carnage spree

Disease type remedy for the easy see T.N.T. powers that be feed upon our energy

Conceits combine our seeds here to serve a good deed

For those who need intervene you bleed

[Verse 4: D-Story]

I drop fakers like drapes after beat downs

Defeat clowns with street sounds neighbours tell me to keep the heat down in

This cheap town where fool's slip like cool chip this ain't no school trip

It's cruel shit like news clips crews strip Demi Moore style

Watch me rip through fakes, cripple flakes, make non-believers do the triple

Take, I bomb crews without tom cruise on the mission my pole positions got competitions

Mama wishing they're stuck to fishing by Ricky's lake or Richard's bay

Rhyming with Billy Ocean or Al B Sure

Won't get you play by Joan's Rivers I clean clothes, lyrical mean pros

Go against dream flows hope your team knows we get around like news vans

Giving black and blues man, so who can?

Touch the man with flavours like Toucan

Blaze in a maze (scratching)

[Verse 5: Q-Unique]

Fully equipped with a mic and a spray can

I withstand any wicked plan conjured by a wicked man

The quicker hand will snatch up rhyme Arsonist Q spark the match up

The cipher's in flames, got nothing to lose but a whole lot to gain

So I remain the main master of ceremonial

Like Puerto Rico remains prisoner by colonial

Your half verses over shopped over curses couldn't phase

My basic rhyme patterns you have, you all standing in a maze

I lace the track up as if it was my Nike air butter

The all knowing emcees for unaware

Couldn't compare glare

I outshine radiant rhymes, bring light

To the subject of lyrical content, the rhythm gift is god sent

Blaze in a maze (scratching)