from the distance Something strange something evil this way comes [Pre-Chorus] Descending from the sky My choice, my master Quicker than the eye You
rumble from the distance Something strange something evil this way comes [Pre-Chorus] Descending from the sky My choice, my master Quicker than the eye
on some old common cold (SHHH), I'm sicker than that, and plus you always suck (YECK) quicker than that, And H20 aqua we be thicker than that, and if
up Quicker than cops write shit up If it get to hectic then you might get stuck Locked and tied up While the key players still keep playin' Never burn
Outer Space There Is A Land Whose Beauty Is Almost Unimaginable To The Human Mind (In A Daze?) We Stand There And Look Further Than The Ordinary Eye
yack Hit the ground so hard I leave tire tracks Bizarre snaps like a fire crack And my palm more stickier than spider back Eyin' my eye, a Mack Truck
kicked in, the Vegas are pumpin' Quick to the point, to the point no faking I'm cooking MC's like a pound of bacon Burning them if you ain't quick and
Vega's are pumpin' Quick to the point, to the point, no faking Cooking MC's like a pound of bacon Burning 'em, if you ain't quick and nimble I go crazy
pumpin' Quick to the point, to the point no faking I'm cooking MC's like a pound of bacon Burning them if they're not quick and nimble I go crazy when
and yell louder. I see a city on a hill, I see the only way to be filled, mighty rushing wind around us, Holy Spirit burn within us. [Chorus:] Burn. Burn. Burn
I verbally burn a nigga, lyrically hurt a nigga Pull a voodoo verse on a nigga, Kennedy curse a nigga Who can spit the words quicker than the average
don't do it now I'm gone Because wrong is at the point It's at the point of smothering me Smoldering me, drowning me, Putting me out And I need to burn
is jumpin' With the bass kicked in, and the Vegas all pumpin' Quick to the point, to the point no fakin' Cooking MC's like a pound of bacon Burning them
Vegas are pumpin' Quick to the point, to the point no faking I'm cooking MCs like a pound of bacon Burning them if they're not quick and nimble I
highest yack Hit the ground so hard I leave tire tracks Bizarre snaps like a fire crack And my palm more stickier than spider back Eyin' my eye, a Mack
