On Fire - S.K.

Yo… dust on the needle, no soft shit Just body bags and punchlines, let’s get it [Verse 1] I leave emcees in body bags, zip ‘em up, tag ‘em, ship ‘em Punchlines so sharp they leave permanent scars on the rhythm Flow colder than a morgue slab, I put the heat on pause Bars hit harder than a parole officer at your front door I’m the reason weak rappers start writin’ in invisible ink Punch so hard the beat gets a concussion and starts to limp Metaphors cut deeper than a prison shank in the yard I leave your whole career lookin’ like a crime scene polaroid Spit venom, no antidote, your favorite rapper just OD’d I put the “end” in “emcee,” rest in peace, R.I.P. Bars denser than a black hole, light can’t even escape I murder the beat so clean the CSI can’t find a trace [Hook] Punchline after punchline, no filler, no weak shit Body bag after body bag, I’m fillin’ up the deep end Boom bap, 90, head nod while I’m killin’ Punch so hard the whole cipher start feelin’ it [Verse 2] I got more bodies than a cemetery on overtime Punchlines hit like a 12-gauge with no safety on the line Your favorite verse got soft spots like a rotten peach I leave emcees lookin’ like they just got robbed in the street Flow so cold it give frostbite to the microphone I put the “rest” in “rest in peace,” leave the competition alone Bars sharper than a razor in a prison sock I slice through tracks so clean they call me the autopsy doc Punch so hard the beat file a restraining order I leave your whole catalog lookin’ like a cold case folder Metaphors load quicker than a clip in a Glock I put the “dead” in “dead serious,” now the cypher stop [Hook] Punchline after punchline, no filler, no weak shit Body bag after body bag, I’m fillin’ up the deep end Boom bap, 90, head nod while I’m killin’ Punch so hard the whole cipher start feelin’ it [Verse 3] I don’t do soft bars, I do homicide on the pad Leave the beat black and blue like it just got jumped in the lab Punch denser than a brick wall, your flow just bounce off I put the “finish” in “finished,” now the competition’s off Bars so lethal the coroner need a second opinion I leave emcees in the dirt with a permanent decision Flow colder than the metal on a prison toilet seat I put the “end” in “ending,” now the cypher’s incomplete Punch so hard the sample start beggin’ for mercy I leave the whole track lookin’ like a crime scene jersey [Outro] Body count risin’… punchlines still loadin’… Boom bap forever… no soft shit allowed.