Bun Fire

[Chorus: Vanloco]
You bun fire blood? I bun fire too
You bun fire blood? I bun fire too
You bun fire blood? I bun fire too
You bun fire blood? I bun fire
You bun fire blood? I bun fire too
You bun fire blood? I bun fire too
You bun fire blood? I bun fire too
You bun fire blood? I bun fire

[Verse 1]
I carry the torch; articulate the truth of my thoughts
Ferocious at war and lyrically raw, I'm more than you thought
Illustrating my cause with the kind of precision of a Beretta
It's a just short step to the omega
With two hands together like a prayer or a beggar
Y'all can never sound better that's a fable
The Knight of round table, I slice ya bacon with ya bagel
With a double edge dagger to cut the chit-chatter
My battalion is badder than venom and dark matter
Your darkness is black? My darkness is much blacker
The verbally deranged Don Logan
I bring a gift that's a Trojan and fill it with Romans
And homie that's just a token for you to go home with
When you get caught slippin' and get stuck in the moment
It ain't broken, don't try to fix it, you ain't a Craft-maker
And I ain't never off the grid like I'm graph paper
I'm so fly with it, seven four seven
Egg time your rhyme, give you seven more seconds
Next time you try, bring seven more weapons
I was born in the year of seven times eleven
Seven times the legend, seven times you threatened
The word on the street's you did seven times the sweating
You say you fire, I'mma show you what a fire do
You bun fire blood? I bun fire too

[Chorus: Vanloco]
You bun fire blood? I bun fire too
You bun fire blood? I bun fire too
You bun fire blood? I bun fire too
You bun fire blood? I bun fire

[Verse 2]
Yo', flame resistant mic control
As I state my business, might provoke with my ignorance
So you might be broken by this vigorous dialect that's spoken
By the Caesar of rhyme speakers, I give you seizures
Send you back where you came from and take your VISA's
Releases upon releases, blow you to pieces
You can take out a lease besides where the deceased live
Came from the east where the sun don't set
Where you're styles no name like Colombo's pet
You gone need ground control like a jumbo jet
So they can show you where to go when come home wrecked
And don't start, you only bound be good for parts
With no good reviews and no great remarks
Yo’, suited up in slick street apparel
And I never had to battle with the bottom of the barrel
It may sound narrow, but it does sound right
So put your hands back in your pocket don't be touching the mic
Cos y'all ain't never been ready, never paid the levy
Never came hard and never made the squad
Never came close, I never blame the host
A man who's afraid can never tame a ghost
You say you fire, I'mma show you what a fire do
You bun fire blood? I bun fire too

[Chorus: Vanloco]
You bun fire blood? I bun fire too
You bun fire blood? I bun fire too
You bun fire blood? I bun fire too
You bun fire blood? I bun fire
You bun fire blood? I bun fire too
You bun fire blood? I bun fire too
You bun fire blood? I bun fire too
You bun fire blood? I bun fire