Fire (Anchovies 2017)

Текст песни Apollo Brown and Planet Asia, Tri-State - Fire (Anchovies 2017)

[Intro: Planet Asia]
Niggas know what the fuck is goin' on, man
You know, we in the kitchen cookin' and shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
Stove is hot and shit, man
Niggas need to put their mask on, man, we been in here too long, man
You already know what it is, man, shit is real
The fuck I'm talkin' bout, man

[Verse 1: Planet Asia]
Magic mantra, moonlight melodic contra, Allāhu akbar, over the pasta
This is autopilot, nautical pirates, touch of Midas, David Roberson, night MacGyver skydivers
Poisonous scorpion, [?] math meticulous, with the wind staff I'm the most magnificent monk
[?] style Michigan drunk, I ain't been on a mission for months
From the eye of the third Electro Phi, inspirin' with words, I enlighten
Those with righteous minds and fire and herbs
Play the lab like a chemist, Bill like a Seventh-Day Adventist
The chain caught a victory in Venice, lord medallions
Afghanistan, Moroccan, Italian, I ran through
And that's what I'd have it's a popular album
My solar rays extend extensive, the older age is expensive
Before I fold the page, I'm getting rich and filthy (filthy)

[Hook: Planet Asia]
This is esoteric thug merch (thug merch)
The camera flies gods out the gun church (gun church)
Killing shit with concentrated G fire (G fire)
Call it what you want, we fire (we fire)
This is esoteric thug merch (thug merch)
The camera flies gods out the gun church (gun church)
Killing shit with concentrated G fire (G fire)
Call it what you want, we fire (we fire)
[Verse 2: Tristate]
Yeah
Long nose laser, Maserati, Muslim on the caper
Blowin' vapors out the rollin' papers, Scientology
Splash, mythology, math, demolish your staff
With a blast on behalf of the craft, the crowd
Genic, jewels glisten like emblems drippin'
The suit's vintage, witness my immaculate stitchin'
The technician, here to turn the tables on the periodic
They say the colors in my pyramid is real exotic
We don't wrestle with you play-pretend, paper-thin, label hands
Unless your label throwin' wager in, slight shade
Tight fade from the mic blade, nice chain
Diamonds dancin' in the light rays, pure-cut, raw extravagant catalyst
Meditatin' by the fire like an African sacrament
We the most dangerous, throwin' flames at the plagiarists
Smoothin' trigger with the broken languages, uh

[Hook: Planet Asia]
This is esoteric thug merch (thug merch)
The camera flies gods out the gun church (gun church)
Killing shit with concentrated G fire (G fire)
Call it what you want, we fire (we fire)
This is esoteric thug merch (thug merch)
The camera flies gods out the gun church (gun church)
Killing shit with concentrated G fire (G fire)
Call it what you want, we fire (we fire)
[Outro: Tristate]
Imagine that, you're out here sneak dissin' the best
Until them slugs whistlin' past your mental and [?]
Gold chain, durag dynasty, general monks
Live at the Apollo
Apollo Brown, man, what's in the box?