Fire & Brimstone Songtext
von Cappadonna

Yeah mon
The fire is the purification
I spit
That′s a whore
Energy in that
No matter what happen yo, I gotta spit
You already know how it gwan
Uh oh!
And I'mma do it for the team yo, I′mma spit
Yeah mon
Jah!
Aiyo
Rasta


I spit fire at you dudes until the day I retire
I'm doin this for my family, so that we can transpire
And reach limits that is 'ceed out
Yeah we can do this but we gotta get up off this murder route
I′m on the block, momma love on the couch
And the pain is unbearable
The way these streets keep steerin you, in the wrong direction
You need more thugs around you, and more protection
And you still guessin, you don′t know what life is about yet
I study and work hard for the set, I'm proud to be a vet
I′m not dumb, my mouth's like a Tec
Woman with me in a stretch
And the fire burns for the way her mind rep
Fire have to burn down a mon chest
Energy in that, laugh and well kept

I spit
Uh, uh huh, yeah, you know I spit
Uh huh, two thousand and seven
I′mma do it like this, I spit
Uh huh, no matter what, you know I spit fire
Fire


A sweet flowin river of mathematics be the wisdom
Compoundin with elements of sound
Transmitted through the system of engineering
Technology allows me to transform words to sight
Light is written
In five hundred seconds it's bitten, and recited
A million black men united, from Shaolin
Medina heard the warrior call, we were everywhere
Already cocked and ready, one thought
Warm up the planet, he can′t stand it
Head rockin stadium shit, you know the champion
Multiple armed subjects, revolutionary techniques
Please don't disrespect the projects, this is for the babies
And I don't wanna have to, get ignorant and clap you
For nothin, we supposed to be brotherin, not other than self
It′s the best part that sparks all things
Fire is in heavy rotation, we all sing

I spit
Uh, uh huh, yeah, you know I spit
Uh huh, two thousand and seven
I′mma do it like this, I spit
Uh huh, no matter what, you know I spit fire
Fire

Yeah mon, '88 music gwan so
Nuff man haffa carry dem ting
Keep dem head up and watch out for Babylon dem
New York City get up
Down South gwan
North, East, West and South
Gwan to you, you know you spit
You know you haffa spit
Everybody haffa spit
Hoo-ooh! Brrrah!
Big up to all the man dem on lockdown
Big up to all the poor man dem
Any man that ah come up inna di struggle
You know you haffa spit
Uh, uh huh, yeah, you know I spit
Uh huh, two thousand and seven
I′mma do it like this, I spit
Uh huh, no matter what, you know I spit fire
Fire