Agony Fires

"Your honour, this notebook contains written notes… Notice the spectacular changes of writing style, of tone, and of opinions. What you have in front of your eyes are intimate thoughts of many different personalities. If you’ll allow me to explain, thank you."



I’ll lick a shot in the sky, a war dawn, y’all gone, cousin Optimus Prime
You a bitch, one of seven hundred Solomon’s wives
I was in Constantinople during Ottoman’s shine
My Glock is a nine, my .38 Wesson a beautiful bitch
You rhyme like a ho find a more suitable pitch
You about to find out why German Lugers exist
Dig a hole, bury yourself, beautiful ditch
It ain’t a single man living can fuck with the beast
Gay rapper altar boy, you fucking the priest
Fuck a cop dirty pig, we bucking police
Dirtbag can’t make money, he’s stuck in the streets



What you think? I’m sitting in this cage for nothing
If they release me it’s curtains, that’s why I live in the dungeon
All black, nothing lit up, I set up walls
And hang bodies that I hit up, can’t fit us all
Warchild got machetes with old blood on the tip
Paz sitting with artillery to blow you to bits
Shit, King Syze with the get-away
All-black Yukon, shoes on everything
Gunplay nowadays more frequent
More real niggas mad falling off the deep end
And your life depends on me
I ice out the whole joint and put your men on freeze


(Chorus)
Start a riot in here, now who with me?
Who the fuck gonna ride when the shit gets shifty?
Where my niggas at? I know who ride with me
This Pharaoh shit for life, they gonna die right with me

Start a riot in here, now who with me?
Who the fuck gonna ride when the shit gets shifty?
Where my niggas at? I know who ride with me
This Pharaoh shit for life, they gonna die right with me



Spur of the moment I could strike with a strategic blow
I hold the heaters low and ground you up inside a pita roll
Explosive botanist, obvious that I plant bombs
I stand out in crowds like I got fluorescent pants on
Satanic candles lit in my recording room
I’m making hits singing songs on death in autotune
Put a bear trap on your ankle, drop you off at Footlocker
Mug the manager like what the fuck’s popping?
Punks dropping while I stand tall
You see me, you’ve seen the greatest rapper, modern man’s fall
Electric meat shaver, that’s a modern man’s saw
Precision chop limbs after I bodyslam y’all



Hands off, body chopper, bloody opera singer
Satan’s trigger finger, rock the bells in Hell, call me a dead ringer
Freddy Kruger sweater rocker, Beretta cocker
I dead a copper, head to Czechoslovakia before they spot me on security cams
My maturity shows when I take these young rappers and I murder their flows
Including Weezys and Jeezys, if I had a genie
I’d make major label rappers Ice Cubes and Eazys
Monster with the freeze when I’m conquering MCs
I be airing rappers out like I’m sponsored by Febreeze
If you stop to get some Zs I just haunt you in your dreams
Smuggle yey from Medellín and vacation in Belize


[Chorus]
Start a riot in here, now who with me?
Who the fuck gonna ride when the shit gets shifty?
Where my niggas at? I know who ride with me
This Pharaoh shit for life, they gonna die right with me

Start a riot in here, now who with me?
Who the fuck gonna ride when the shit gets shifty?
Where my niggas at? I know who ride with me
This Pharaoh shit for life, they gonna die right with me