Fire Blaze (feat. Professor Green) lyrics

Professor GreenI'm on fire, I'm on fire
I'm a liar, my pants are on fire
So is my hair, yeah this new hair style
Takes so much fucking hairspray that if anybody
Gets anywhere near me with a lighter
Up in flames, red carpet in a suit
Next minute a fitted red cap and a couple of chains
Look what I've done for the game
It all popped off now they're telling me I'm pop
I just got started, they're telling me to stop
Fuck what they're telling me
I got papers 'cuz I'm a pedigree
Bygones are bygones, but ya better let it be
Otherwise leg it when you see the Rottweiler
Scheiße, now you're a munch in the eyes of a dog
I feel like Jay they must need a reminder
I don't know why man it's like they forgot
I know I said I was a liar but
I was lying a liar I'm not
What a guy, all of the green and white I shot
I might keep my eyes on the prize
But I still keep my eyes on the price of a box
I'm a tyrant like it or not
And I still got a bag of man around that
Are gonna ride with an A got a license or not
They might act like they're hot for my name
But trust they ain't ever gonna try for my spot

Chorus: Kay WillzWe are gon' burn the place down down
Rude boy fire up
Fire up flame on
Turn it up loud loud
Rude girl light 'em up
We running London town
We'll raise the underground
Nah fool, you ain't fucking with a Rascal

ShizzKill off
Off ur CD case I’ll bill off
This time last year you was cold but now you're old and dead and fell off
you know me bro
White kid with a boasy flow
I will tell man once
I will raise hell If it’s hell man want
and my name rings bells
When I’m here my don
My don u can’t pull em off
can’t run with the style you ain’t cool enough
Loud ras they think that I talk a lot
Underground scene i’ll leave it cornered off
I’m totally hot hot
your not not
E3, L.O.N. we bop bop
Eyes locked when I bop to the shop
Cause I’m a real don ain’t costing a lot

Chorus: Kay WillzWe are gon' burn the place down down
Rude boy fire up
Fire up flame on
Turn it up loud loud
Rude girl light 'em up
We running London town
We'll raise the underground
Nah fool, you ain't fucking with a Rascal

TempzHell living
And nah it won’t change and no u cannot relate
Cah my world’s different and new day a new wave
And these fakes wanna hop on my page cah it’s well written.
Yeah basic no help given, yeah that ape but it smells different
You know what it is, me and Scribz up in hell’s kitchen
And we’re cooking up, with food for thought and plates to serve
Stir it up mixing flames with words and you fools best duck when it sprays, it burns
Cos when I take a track it’s a wrap like a parcel
you might get lapped on a track in going past all
can’t be touched can’t with a rascal

Chorus: Kay WillzWe are gon' burn the place down down
Rude boy fire up
Fire up flame on
Turn it up loud loud
Rude girl light 'em up
We running London town
We'll raise the underground
Nah fool, you ain't fucking with a Rascal

MerkzLiving that Real life
Real guy with a ill mind
My cup fill mine
Asap, Trill life

Drinking up
Whatever’s in my cup
and we live it up
Cos it feels right

Rip him up
If he’s Spitting tough
We’ll him up
Cos we guys

Physically or Mentally
We run the game (sound effect) a referee

Class 90 till the death of me
And I ain’t got energy
To think about my enemies
Especially when all they have for me is jealousy
But you can hate while I’m raising that temperature
We be putting in work while your resting up

Chorus: Kay WillzWe are gon' burn the place down down
Rude boy fire up
Fire up flame on
Turn it up loud loud
Rude girl light 'em up
We running London town
We'll raise the underground
Nah fool, you ain't fucking with a Rascal