INFERNO

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
I'm sick of rappers and tracks that they lie on
You'll never crack top five, you ain't dy-lan
You don't want no smoke, you a fye 'larm
Watch me set it on fire like a five alarm
Fear no man 'cause I been a god
And I'll yell it from the roof of a synagogue
When you spit the truth, they say it's slimmer odds
But this is big man things, you a Kevin Hart
And if I gotta be a man, then I renaissance
So I'm a work or art who got many parts
Four hands gripping one mic tight like my nigga Nas
That's real firm
Ether a verse and my words still burn
Feel so immersed, never had to kill nerves
Deep in the dirt only way thеy will learn
Dust to dust, got ya favorite rapper storеd in a steel urn
Too militant, too ignorant
Tools different, who give a shit?
Dudes frivolous, doom imminent
You devilish, ooh, he killing it
Rappers weak, that's sure enough
Do not speak, we heard enough
Every verse I'm heating up
Just to pack a punch like a Shōnen Jump
Jump! My mission important
Kicking the door in, killing opponents
Callin' on me like Commissioner Gordon
Rap game got a little too boring
Might spit this in hieroglyphs
'Cause my shit written in foreign tongues
The Chosen One
Hotter than both suns, on Obi-Wan, I won
Diamonds and guns and rings
These are my favorite things
Who coming for the king?
I'm burning everything
Pillaging villages
Killing civilians
You cannot stop the kid
I been a problem since

[Hook]
Inferno (Uh), inferno (Uh)
Inferno (Uh), inferno (Uh)
Inferno (Uh), inferno (Uh)
Inferno (Uh), inferno (Uh)
Inferno, inferno
Inferno, inferno
Inferno, inferno (I fear no inferno)
Inferno, inferno (Inferno, inferno)

[Verse 2]
Now tell me, who really wanna step to the kid?
You ain't stay with the heat, know you really pretend
I ain't seen no proof where the evidence is?
We bring it straight to ya door where ya residence is
This the dope, they hide right where the president live
Sinister flow, he got the devil in him
Got my finger on the trigger and I'm pressing it in
You can still get smoked in Virginia, slim
Ain't no harmony in Harlem
Every city look like Gotham
Overrun with crooked coppers
All my niggas outta options
All my dogs was sick of barking
Had to fire off some toxins
Wicked locs like I'm a Rasta
Out the jungle like Mufasa, uh!