Everyonce in awhile you just need a good fight song - this is it. Beat by Shah Bros Production.
The Phlame
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The Phlame
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Lyrics
Knock off ya block baby!
You know what I am!
I was born from an anger and a couple of shots
My instinct’s to swing if I’m in trouble or not
Duck if it’s hot, like you puff when it’s hot
I’m the cream of the crop, dream like puff in the drop
Get snuck and you drop, and I’m stuck on my POP
POP, like soda. It’s over before you even know it, ha
Ready to hit, and I don’t even show it, ha
Smoky the bandit, hand it to me, I’m hot
Put ya hands to me? Better put the gram to me
Ye can’t even stand me, how you gon’ stand to me?
Back up off me, ‘fore I blam blam cabooey
Acting all hard but you bitches is chewy
Skip to my louie, woo! I’m tripped up and loony
I’ll whip your ass so bad, that you too embarrassed to sue me!
Susie you cutey I see you elude me like I got cooties
Making grown men feel like they just got boobies
Ha!
Knock off ya block baby
Knock off ya block baby
Yeah!
Fuck a punch, I’ll rip off ya whole block
Son of the blunt, chip off the ‘ol block
So anxious for money and for the money to lock
I’m so ticked at the clock, that I bit off the tock
I’m the tip of the top, so sick that I’m not
Too healthy and wealthy, man I’m fit for my spot
Well that’s what ya girl tell me, but I get that a lot
Cause that’s what she tell me, if I hit it or not
Come and get it if a whipping is what you children after
I can’t spell ya name, but my name spell disaster
The phlame, tell him after, mayne that you after
He came for that raspberry jaguar, the master
Of Language to ash cause anguish to cash, does
MP3 flashes, of brilliance and attraction
If somebody ask me, I tell you I’m suave
Affirmative action = I’m the man for the job!
Knock off ya block baby
Knock off ya block baby
Yeah!
I’ll have your face bones, looking like they pasted on
Lips bruised, I guess my fist tasted wrong
Or tasted strong, or you don’t like the taste huh?
Ya biddy love it though, o she you can move ya waist huh?
Yeah I can dance ma, nah I ain’t no gangsta
That aint a pistol in my pants, just bed danger
Red faced now, but she do her thang cause
She love to rock the boat, and drop it like an anchor
Ya man want a struggle? I got power like a ranger
Boy I’m all muscle, come tustle with the fangs bro
Blood on ya polo, you homo like a rainbow
They call me heat lighting but I can make it rain dog
Knock Knock, you scared!
Knock Knock, who’s there?
If you not, who cares?
If she hot, who cares?
If she got, two pairs of that juice
Fuck knock ya off ya block, me and baby knock boots
Knock off ya block baby
Knock off ya block baby
Yeah!
