Burn It Out Lyrics - Singles - Arsonists

[Bridge: Swel Boogie] 

Not it's about that time 

It's time to wild out, it's time to wild out 

Nigga is you out your mine? 

Comin' up in my house, runnin' up in my house 

I'm about to stop and go 

and if you want beef, come on, we knockin' out teeth 

I'm about to drop my flow 

and if you want beef, come on, we knockin' out teeth 

[Verse One: Swel Boogie] 

Arsonists' next shit, ya gots to accept it 

Wannabes get hit and get thrown out the exit 

with a kick in the ass, rugged Timberland boots 

In this game you won't last, you ask veteran troops 

They got stories to tell, the battle legends of Swel 

Climbin' to the top, never made it and FELLLL 

Oh well, not a happy ending, what you was expectin'? 

Every man for themself so it's my own that I'm protectin' 

"Get lost bro!" the boss told, you, if you cross roads 

you end up at the +crossroad+ with Bone Thugs 

You bone thugs heard you flame on 

That's the closest you gettin' to fire just to stay warm 

Hot shot but not so hot, ayo Money, (this is me) and you ain't claimin' no spots 

I'm holdin' it down and I know exactly what to give 'em 

Dope beats, dope rhymes, dope cuts and dope rhythm 

[Chorus 2x: Swel Boogie] 

Now when you put us in your system, we goin' burn it out 

Now when we get up on the stage, we goin' turn it out 

Now what we want y'all to do is just scream and shout 

First you scream "WHAT!", the you shout "PYRO!" 

[Verse Two: Swel Boogie] 

I ain't tryin' to hear the third that and this, catchin' fits 

Shakin' breakin' backs-n-ribs, now choose one, smack or fist 

You soft, snap your wrist (Swel you fool), nah understand I'm amped and 

pissed 

So place your bets 'cause them garbage kids ain't passin' me 

And I don't make threats or promises, I'm guaranteed 

or your album's back and watch my styles attack 

I got new friends, some of the old pals was wack 

They didn't know how to act, they sayin' shit that's uncalled for 

And gettin' gased up, knocked and opened the wrong door 

Unlike my crew and I on top bookin' them strong tours 

You underhand sort of like pitchin' them softballs 

Get outta here with your baby league and watch me blaze the beat 

My sense of reflex is at a crazy speed, even fast for light time 

Blast raw of them hype rhymes 

cause these short 16 bars will last more than a lifetime