Lifers - Backburner

Another heater from the Burner, sparking lighter fluide

If you can find a crew that’s any hotter, fine, then do it

Now, what kind of music echoes from the catacombs

Home is where the heart is, so the heartless never had a home

You just stumbled on to something amazing

Rap royalty, like mummification

Put this in your playlist, add it to your favorites

Bookmark the pages anywhere our name is

Shameless promotion, devotion

Make crazy moves while they do The Locomotion

Overthrowing the throne in a moment

When I’m in the zone opponents will know it

Science!

Energy I release when I’m on stage reveals

The Higgs boson is real

It’s a red letter day for rap, and particle theory

Like Zefram Cochrane after World War 3

Meet this alien the rap trends I spit at them

In the face with the lyrics like Roberto Alomar

Catch the taste and appearance, and commercials

It’s not a reversal

For missing talents, this is a challange

To any lithe rapper trying skip the calisthenics

They’re no menace, didn’t feel it, we can tell from the forensics

They can pad out their steeze with devices and boasts

But I have what you need and my prices are low

We’re in the red zone!

Next level, 'till they carving out our headstones

Check levels, then we end up in your headphones

Don’t fight it, or you might just get your head flown

Wiling, styling, Violent rhyming

Like Barack Obama to your crazy Joe Biden

Amy Winehouse to your Miley Cyrus

So, go toss a salad with a Thousand Islands

I ain’t stressing the dressing

Molesting the rhyme scheme

, chopping that neck that your protecting

Next, drop of the ball, all perplexing

Y’all the oldest, dropping the ball, I’m not impressed.

Tim

Came to ladle the flavor, and maybe later

Make a hater take a sniff of the glove that he can savor

Fitting the description, it’s us!

You know the players

The usual suspects

, crush you with the data, yeah!

Whack-free, not attached to crack contractually

Just stacking up factory, laughing at rappers' cavities

Holes in their heads, clueless beyond reality

Saying nothing (Ughhhhhh…), Like a zombie Master P

I’m moving at max speed,

eating Mac and Cheese

In a haberdashery, putting the slash in your daiquiri

Now that’s classy!

Magic like The Gathering

Flavour Stable’s fresh, even

Gavin

has been lathering

Wordburg!

Even when I crash it’s a masterpiece

Scads a vac’s a mad (?), cause our pads are catastrophes

Throwing rocks in your glass menagerie

To get you knowing we’re fast, like trying to pass in a traffic freeze