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"Long Burn The Fire"

[Intro]
This is it y'all, it's some nasty shit
Bring it!

[MCA]
Jump out the window onto a parade balloon
My style is iller than the goblins in "Troll 2"
'Cause I'm the type of MC with the most pizzas
You're stealin' my book like I was Grandmaster Caz
Got rhymes about antihistamines and analgesics
Roll without expectorants; you'll don't see it

Sueth sayer, not a player, rhyme sayer extreme (huh!)
Burn like fire when I step on the scene
I've got shark's teeth so I can bite your head
I've got tiger's claws that will scratch you dead
I've got wings like a dragon when I'm flying above
Shoot venom from my eyes when it's time to get rough

So step back, and check yourself
This MC'S got weapons that'll ruin your health
So if you're feeling strong then reach for yours
My book is my shield and my mic is my sword

[Ad Rock]
Now, it's Ad Rock rapping I'm back again
Like a Big Mac attack on your gut, and it's wack my friend
I'm a mack so relax or end up chilling
I take that shit serious like Jerome To Grilling
I burn you to a crisp sucker back up off the toaster
I make you sick like a Kenny Rogers Roaster
See this rap thing is all about the the braggadocia
I check my rear view, emcees ain't getting closer
People think I'm slow, cause I'm just not one to challenge
See me you're like "Man, that's remarkable talent
Fly around the clock like disco donut
I'm like a tailer cause I got the thing sewn up
Or a proctologist I move asses

Got so much heat that I fog your mom's glasses
Proof is in the pudding and the pudding's in my pants
You heard me rap and now watch me dance

[Mike D]
Save the date! For one name who deliver to the rafters
Up from the heavens you can hear our laughter
Like goodness me, or empty john
We done did it again, and our game is still on
It's not tic-tac-toe, or Operation
Just holding it down, like the gravitation
Total hits, that's it, you couldn't do
Ad Rock's in the bathroom now check the fondue
String of nuts, like the name is Mike Pizzini
Or a fine household name, like Sergio Tacini
Now that we're here, back and raising hell
I'm running wild like rats in the Taco Bell
On the mic I shit, the match gets lit
Mike Dino, the Jew is rampant
Making music from librarians to curly jocks
The rapper Mike D not Gold-i-locks! [laughing]

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