Long Burn The Fire

This is it y'all, some nasty shits for ya

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 pizzazz

You're stealing my book like I was Grandmaster Caz

Got rhymes about antihistamines and analgesics

Rhyme about expectorants, y'all don't see it

Soothsayer, not a player, rhyme sayer extreme

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'll 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, sword, sword...

Long burn the fire

The truth shall set you free

Now it's Adrock rappin', I'm back again

Like a Big Mac attack on your gut and that's wack, my friend

I'm a maxer relaxer and I'm chillin'

I take that shit serious like Jerome to grillin'

I burn you to a crisp, sucker, back up off the toaster

I make you sick like at Kenny Rogers Roaster

See this rap thing is all about the braggadocio

I check my rear view, MCs ain't gettin' closer

People think I'm slow 'cause I'm just I'm underchallenged

See me, you're like, "Man, that's remarkable talent"

Live round the clock like Disco Donut

I'm like a tailor '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

Long burn the fire

The truth shall set you free

Save the date for when they hoist our number to the rafters

Above the haters, you can hear our laughter

Like Willis Reed or Elton John

We done been in the game and our game's still on

It's not Tic Tac Toe or Operation

Just holding it down like the gravitation

To all the heads that said, "No can do"

Adrock's in the bath filled with chocolate fondue

Straight up nuts like my name is Mike Bazzini

Bonafide household name like Sergio Tacchini

"Wasn't we here back on Raising Hell?"

Running wild like rats in the Taco Bell

On the mic I spit, the match it's lit

Mike Dino, the Jewish Brad Pitt

Making music for librarians to burly jocks

The rapper Mike D, known for my curly locks