Jay Complex - Wildfire (Bonfire freestyle) lyrics

[Verse: Jay Complex] Memoirs of a chubby kid that grew into a nerdy dude About to be that age that's one lower than backwards 32 Whispered to the beat like “baby, come here let me murder you” I guess I got a fetish, Jay the ripper, but I'm hurting too Jay be nimble with a candle stick You better drop the torch when I light it, you can't handle this Lighter fluid in my veins, spark it through my hand or wrist Anytime I pa** the rock, it bombs, now I'm anarchist I better hold on to it Police tap my phones, but there's no wrong doing They thinking it's arson, I flame daily like Carson Just because I need a rhyme, let me shout out Ms. Parson! Hey! Now you're burning with the mother f**ing fire flower Throw in couple trees, get connected to a higher power Bring them double D's, women sweat him the entire hour Cause I make them hit them wet notes like a choir shower Soprano, soprano! I'm making enemies out of fire fighters that I know Viva la revolution, but make sure it's cubano And measure me in keys, a scale of 1 to piano And everything I do is so real Turn my jacket to a sweater like I told my coat chill Lost my girl the same night that I wrote this very song Don't be sorry, the pain is only reminding me how hope feel Fruits of my labour, call them f**ers pa**ion And I'll probably be green until the roots are trying to ask him For a feature, nice to meet ya, ignorant about fashion And scared to call a woman baby way before contraction Mentality be the complex kind Think it through and you'll be joining up with complex minds What it do? The album cover is a bomb threat sign Listen carefully, my music is a context grind Inaction could probably be the worst of all crimes Since there's no conviction, let me sentence you with rhymes I f**ed with other b**hes, yeah I f**ed with other b**hes But they knew the deal, they don't ever tag me in they pictures I'm so sorry to everyone that thought I was conscious Call this one a coma, making sure the rocket launches No I'm not a stoner but I stay under the weather In fact, them clouds keep away the rain and make it better The woman of your dreams...will probably get you k**ed though That's what you learn from inception, unless you're real slow I flip the script and now I'm chill like a pillow And money ain't real, but still prefer a fake mil, no? No?! You blogging n***as better post this! I lost my job at All City Chess off some joke sh** But it was no hard feelings when I wrote this I hope that I forgive all my enemies, but it's hopeless