Set It On Fire - Tony Touch

Rock Marcy, so stop spreddin' out malarchy

My rap anarchy, blaze more wigs than Barbara Sharpsee

I'm a freakers army? Savage ya type like Chaka Zulo, papi chulo

Not to be sulo, wilder than Kujo, you actin' fool yo

Come on, swing 'em like a two way, back to school

Rulership sh*t, bring them the newest, Tony Touch 'em, I f**k 'em

This fool, who can f**k with his dude

Check what the butler, I cut his a** up, somethin' disgusting kid

My custom is, government cheese, chumpin' them steez

Who's a monkey wrench, jumpin' machines get in between, so it seem

It'll only cause a moment of scream

The super seed what I be sayin' is like a king on his knees

I never fall, 'cuz the ring on my paw plead forgiveness

Loot for rightness, superstitious, bazooka hit his a** out

Break a suspicious, three sixes of cum

Anti religious, kill 'em off on the first try

Flipmode Squad, there is none higher

You b**ch a** niggas, should call Messiah

We won't stop rockin', until we retire

Let's blow the spot and set the muthaf**ka on fire

Aiyo let's turn the heat up

(And set it on fire)

Let's bring the noise my ni**a

(And set it on fire)

And what the f**k ya niggas wanna do

(And set it on fire)

Go get the gas and the matches

(And set it on fire)

Ya, niggas in the game, ya ain't go no press

Yo I go to Hillside and cop a V from Less

Me and Flip on the lot, in the green G.S.

Leathers is out, rims yo they be B.S.

TV's in the dash, watchin' C.B.S.

Later on watch the Knicks on T.B.S.

Rampage I'm the ni**a, no second guess

Yo my beeper goes off, it's them shorties from out west

Call them back, hit them off on street jack

I let 'em know, how this real ni**a polly that

I'm in my car yo, them honies in the Pontiac

How I dress, how I hustle, where the money at?

They love my rings, my watch, how I flooded that

Put that on my eggs and toast and just butter that

Flipmode, Tony Touch, son double that

F**k around, sh*t gon' double plat'

Flipmode Squad, there is none higher

You b**ch a** niggas, should call Messiah

We won't stop rockin', until we retire

Let's blow the spot and set the muthaf**ka on fire

Aiyo let's turn the heat up

(And set it on fire)

Let's bring the noise my ni**a

(And set it on fire)

And what the f**k ya niggas wanna do

(And set it on fire)

Go get the gas and the matches

(And set it on fire)

Analyze the flavor, we 'bout to blaze ya, every move is major

Major paper, office space up in the skyscraper

Niggas on my crew dick, and need to get down

Frown, from when your crew was just a major let down

Official, sparkerly clear just like a glass crystal

Blast a pistol, that's when ya start to hear my missile whistle

Jesus, pledge of allegiance to the sole prestigious

With the antidote to make ya wanna bust ya heaters

Release this, I hope ya know that we about to freak this

F**k discreteness, analyze every ni**a weakness

Cut ya face up, then f**k the place up

Pass the L, without the coca lace up, let's pick the pace up

Stick the place up, then shake up, then click ya base up

Wrong move, we puncture everything from ya waist up

Blow the space up, while ya gaspin' off ransom

Then get the dough and put an expansion on my mansion

Flipmode Squad, there is none higher

You b**ch a** niggas, should call Messiah

We won't stop rockin', until we retire

Let's blow the spot and set the muthaf**ka on fire

Aiyo let's turn the heat up

(And set it on fire)

Let's bring the noise my ni**a

(And set it on fire)

And what the f**k ya niggas wanna do

(And set it on fire)

Go get the gas and the matches

(And set it on fire)

First and only female here to play my position

Make it hotter than the projects with no air conditioning

Honey petite, walk around with the screwface

Dip from the whip, on down to my shoelace

Can't see us, mommy sippin', San Greas

Shotgun style will open up ya pancreas

Puff remix, hittin' sponsor for free kicks

Bootleg ya sh*t with me spittin' on the remix

Type sh*t like doin' shows with a blind fold

Voicey Q. will blow a circuit out ya console

F**kin' wit how I spit, ain't gonna paper

Black hoody tight wit a teeny bit of makeup

No need to brag, my legislate speak

Nine nine dig the time to shine like Memph Bleek

Crown and half sheet, my white label leak

Tellin' MC's to count eight weeks and say peace

Flipmode Squad, there is none higher

You b**ch a** niggas, should call Messiah

We won't stop rockin', until we retire

Let's blow the spot and set the muthaf**ka on fire

Aiyo let's turn the heat up

(And set it on fire)

Let's bring the noise my ni**a

(And set it on fire)

And what the f**k ya niggas wanna do

(And set it on fire)

Go get the gas and the matches

(And set it on fire)

Okay, you wanna make a million f**kin' dollars?

Okay, I tell Tony Touch to put out a f**kin' mixtape

A mill here, a mill there

In f**kin' 10 years, we f**kin' buy this whole f**kin' place, puto