Fire In The Booth

[Intro]
Charlie Sloth
Fire in the Booth

[Verse 1]
Yo, they say that I'm so cold I'm freezin'
I say that I'm so cold I'm stone cold, I'm Steven
I roll with some Kimbos and lyoto Machidas
They'll squeeze a choke hold
And there's no hope for breathin'
We would need Goldberg, Joe Rogan speakin'
A replay role and a slow motion sequence
But we don't go for the promos and speeches
Nah, they know its straight beers
When the logos are featured
My flows strong enough to Judo throw Parisian
Punchlines'll punch a big ol' hole through Liban
I'm the one that there's no coaches teachin
I approach the whole scene with my own goals and reasons
I'ma show your whole team
That there's no hopes to seize 'em
My regime are all champs and we hold trophies even
Muhammad Ali, show ropes to weaklings
I'm the king of the ring, in my own throne I'm seated
I'm Akuma usin' numerous hadouken's you could try it
Try infusin' Guku, Guile, Ryu, Ken and Byson
I ain't lyin', you are losin' if you choose to fight a lycan
Human, you'll be chewed if I am in the mood for dinin'
I am deep and you will need a suit that's used for scuba divin'
Try and breath and lose the use of them two lungs that's fused inside ya
Like a nuke and two Bazooka's boomin' through the mic
Every trooper you are usin' wants to move onto my side
'Cause I am Leonidas, Goliath, leader of the giant
With a piece of Midas, I am deeper than Poseidon
In my eagle eye, I, I spy them speakin' on the snydy
I am higher paranoid, back up, boy don't wanna try it
That's alright, I don't mind
I want the number one headband
Never measure a man off his cheddar or his chest span
I kick it, my punchlines dump like lead hand
My only path's forward, block it, you're dead man
More than a large fraction forced in the game
With a force of a train on course
On the fours of a car crashin', of course, man, I'm barbaric
Somethin' from the olden days
Pull rappers off of skulls and stuff 'em in a trophy case
Mayday mayday, everyday is pay day
Watch me eff this bitch up like Ray Jay, aye mate
Swag is immaculate, so they jack it like spray way
You man are actors, you got me laughin' like Day-Day
High rise don't be leavin' us round your lady
We'll pick her up like aye aye, and battery her like AA
You heard the funny stuff that they say
They're tryna catch up, they're still buzzin' off of the Dre Day
Aye, and I'm just buzzin' off my ***
And I don't give an eff
It's Charlie Sloth, what could they say? Aye

[Interlude]
[Shotty Horroh in the building, man! Aww yeah!)
Manny, Manny, Manny
(Hadouken, sonic boom)
(Ah man, you're doin' it, man, you're doin' it
Causin' a problem out here, brotha
Well, you got more for me though, yeah?)
(i got fire for you right now)
We'll get them something a lil more serious
Aye, aye, aye, aye… Charlie Sloth, 1Xtra

[Verse 2]
Talk about hunger, my stomach rumble when I'm eatin'
You can hear the struggle in me
Pumpin' through the speakers, I need this
Comin' from a slum that looks for Jesus
But only sees his features on diamond encrusted pieces
We live amongst a bunch of blood suckers and leeches
A number of crooked policemen and hookers with diseases
Youngers pushin' drugs, they need money for Adidas
I'm just tryin' to make sure my niece Amelia doesn't see this
That's why I change my brethren
In connection to the streeth ish
Because people get judged by the company you keepin'
I see this, now I only associate with people who dream big
But not only dream, but turn them dreams to achievements
I remember when it rained, it leaked through the ceilin'
And to keep the carpet from soakin'
We throwed a boat beneath it, and the heat it went
We was feelin' colder than a freezer
I ain't never doin' that again and you know
Aye, I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death
I'm wide awake, writin' tapes at the foot of my bed
I've been *** fillin' rooms with the pucker ***
I'm in the booth, killin' tunes, leavin' puddles of sweat
I'm just doin' what I'm doin', I don't look for respect
Respect looks for me, 'cause it looks for the best
Youngin, and get you know parts, study my steps
Why you rappers standin' round me
Always lookin' depressed?
'Cause before Shotty spat, you would f up the decks
Spit a little 16 and then pull up the set
I said, give me a second just to muster my breath
And you can hear the new Shakespeare stood in the flesh
So if the fans playin' their tape, then push the eject
Grab the one that's labeled Shotty and then bust it instead
Because I'm serious, this ain't just a hustle for bread
This is me bein' elite, trust me when I said
That this is for everybody that didn't give me a chance
Now they're takin' pictures of me in my victory stance
Liftin' my hand as if I was grippin' a picket or flag
Sayin' believe me I'm achievin' every mission I had
I ain't been dreamin', I'm forseein', I'm depictin' a plan
Choosin' a root to push it through as I scribble a map
Aye, all you fake spitters give me a dap, as they make sure the blade is big enough to stick in my back
I'm still pickin' a scabs off this list of a traps [?]
When's last time somebody show me
There's a bitch and man, but off it
Could've envision this shit in advance
Give them the chance, I ain't mad
That's the nature of the beast
If you in her you ain't eatin a dinner
She would eat you for dinner, but I'm on this
Lookin' for a feast, not a finna
When I peep in the mirror all I see is a winner
Aye, the wise climber takes a plan on the way up
'Cause failin' to plan is plannin' to fail, I say gravity's frail
So I'm huntin' somethin' Adam can scale
'Cause hunger is to wind to my mast when I sail
I'm sayin', he who holds the hammer and nail
Should never pierce the skin of my character make-up
'Cause I rely on my own self body and soul
Self-reliance, faith, hard work and honesty shows
Perseverence is the child of thought
Thought's the child of action
I hate to see how wild I was actin' back then
I stretched for the Moon and couldn't reach
The whole time neglectin' the beauty under my feet
I used to strike while the iron's hot
Now I make it hot by strikin'
I couldn't be stopped by lightenin'
Preparation and execution is what my life is
Failure ain't the pen I write with; Horroh!

[Interlude]
Manny, Manny, Manny
High rise entertainment
Brute Force Records
Shout to Edgy, Hoodman, Garbage
Shout to Briggzy, Lab Battles
What's goin' on, man?
(Keepin' them levels high
My brother, you got more for me, yeah?)
I got more, man

[Verse 3]
Say that Horroh three times, you'll see a demon at once
Speakin' a beast that has spun, no need for ouijes and songs
You'll need a priest and a preacher
And people who speak in tongues
And demonologist monitorin' frequencies I'm on
I'm the beast, I'm the creak up in the ceiling in the loft
I'm the feelin' of unease when you feel you're bein' watched
Just the people said that there's a creature on the block
It's a nightmare and everybody's screamin' 'cause of Shot
Aye, your effin nightmare, haunt a man out lyrically
Never fight fair when I caught a man dissin' me
Call this gal quickely; drag her out homeboy's bed room
It's all paranormal activity
I'm the reason they sleep with the light on
The Boogie Man, mothafucka, this is my song
So if somethin' is goin' pumpin' tonight
I just comfort your wife, don't worry, it's alright
Aye, who wants to speak through an exorcism or seance?
Whispers in the distance and pigments sketchin' in crayons
Horroh's like a llama, yeah, I drag 'em straight to hell
To me they're just another pathetic spirit to prey on
Aye, I'm either in need of medication
Or there's demons in my region and people are levitatin'
Someone stop it, did you hear that sound?
They say Shotty's in sight, don't go near that house
Aye, you know when Horroh enters the spot
Hairs go up on your neck, room temperatures will drop
You can feel it, bad feelings fuckin' up the air
Screams, and light feet are runnin' up the stairs
I'm the reason they sleep with the lights on
The Boogie Man, mothafucka, this is my song
So if somethin' is goin' bumpin' tonight
I just comfort your wife, don't worry, aye, aye
Young soldier, tell your crew to back off
Put the safety on the mouth, don't be shootin' that off
You sound stupid, that's all
Only Luther Van Dross made music that soft
I'm the next Lex Luther, I'm the future bad boss
I will eat a superhero with your Superman sauce
Oh well, Superman lost
I'm shots, I'm dirtier than sewer rats claws
Make you look as small as chubucabraws
Used to have dwarfism, you'd be that short
You cucarachas shouldn't move on that floor
I squash bugs with my shoes on that floor
Yeah, you'd be that Thor
Where did he go? But he was rarin' to go
It was there but it was there when he choked
There's no one there, because I'm there on my own
And my name is Horroh, I'm the heir to the throne
Aye, I told 'em give it up like they're Mrs. Wood
If I give the look and I push […]
Listen up, you should give it up like you're quittin' bud
There's enough silly little scrubs in my city, plus
Know that you spit the shit I bust with my little nuts
I done been through adolescence, Adam was a little pup
I'm a full-grown Doberman standin' over his ogling
Im goin' through the throat, I think my dinner's up
Spirit of Machiavelli with me when I hit 'em up
The big swan in the pond, he's just a sittin' duck
You must be thick as fuck
There must be somethin' on the punch line
To leave them on the back like they're sittin' up
Stick 'em up, open up the rizzla and get the lemon lit
'Til my eyes are blurred like a picture of a terrorist
I'm tellin' just, Charlie sloth knows this is my house
Im about to end it right now and put the mic down

[Outro]
1Xtra, aye
(Oh ohhhhhhhhhhhhhoooooo…)
Give me my crown, man!
Give me my crown, man!
Exactly, brute force