#ITRECORDS #TRASHMANXXX #FLOWOLF #Freestyle #WOLF #WOLFQUEEN #crew #LOVE #dope #rapfame #Wolfpack i came into this world burning see i was nervous i could feel it in my gut and my spleen the fire in me doesnt know nothing about settlin to inspire we set flames higher I was born just a little camp fire when i spit bars it's like flames from my chest i had to learn to adjust contain, let loose, or refrain its no contest you cant argue with my context i can spit the heat even in the winter around my camp fire reminding me of old flames. write my name in flames light fire in the sky i'm pure adrenaline uncut straight to your gut medicine we engulfed by the flames of a billion questions as the lotus blooms focus on your maya into the fire smoke fumes answering you when the time is right. i put the feather to the smoke we smudge in our household. i know it's infectious a spiritual connection ignorance is the cause of suffering that which is material must be crucified and die so that that which is spiritual may be resurrected and live tower of illumination spiritual lighthouse the light the fire is in some dark places we all need a guide for times we cant shine or define. catwomen and penguins spidey sense is tingling haters are like extensive tumors so i gotta keep a sense of humor qqsmell like smoke and fire it's burning in us all i'm turning verses into fire by applying pain with the boom ping ping is the ring from the fire ricochet like bullets burning your throat like or from chain smoke murder my allegations and burning my finger traces burning alive is the closest youll ever get to shine a light as brigjt you burning alive thats only time you'll ever be as hot as me my truth punch you in the gut so hard i break your spine lines of the slipstream dive in the tide of the verminous right wing turbulence hiding the truth in the clues of a fresh fire burning fired first those fire words next thing hire hearse quiet burn viking funeral ironed shirt iron sword dire serves dire needs fireworks for the lives riots learn burning leaves ashes curling i suspend them in stasis then burn them with astral fire abandoning the world of sense because of the narrow limits it sets . from my southest gut to my northest thoughts i bring more heat that grits in third degree seams rumble thy bellyful spit fire spout rain big flames stained panes non sense he doesn't know about fine prints big flames stained non sense he doesn't know about fine prints they from a time that has no dotted lines and burnt finger tips.