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This is the extended (extra new verse) of my 2011 song, this is the 31st year of making music so as I write a bunch of new songs I’m doing over a few of what I consider my best classics.

I breath smoke now it’s time to spitfire
take this toke and light up like high wires
I’ve got a cast iron lung to empower my tongue
while you’re as done as bad puns in reruns
as I huff and puff and prepare to explode
You point the gun to the side reload reload
I got more credit than a pocket full of quarters
I’m over the top like acts from Blackwater
Earthly gyration California earthquake
Got you hooked like girls on choco cheesecake
this good vibration doesn’t need batteries
It’s sweet and sour just like strawberries
my birth sign is ths fifth in line
burn enough power to refine what is mine
so don’t doubt my control of the ether
You’ll get blown off like smoke from a cheap reefer
—— It’s time to spitfire I got the gasloine
—— Let’s turn up the mic wire in this canteen
—— Bring up the heat up set off life alarms
—— As I open my mouth and spit fire bombs
Got you subdued with subliminal effects
like cartoon characters during breakfast
elemination rounds with these def sounds
like musical chairs except you get down
on the loose like corporate fugitives
but in the booth givin all I got to give
stretch my voice to reach a new plateau
there’s no choice if I want to flow
I study disco, punk, rock and roll
To blow open like cans of hot petrol
Yearned for the fire through the teenage eyars
burned my desire through pain and tears
A self taught protest lyricist with
Super hot limericks from the west
the best of the best cannot be bested
never ever stop because I’m not restive
—_————-
Locked in the groove, I’m the fire’s own kin,
My words ignite the night, let the blaze begin.
With the rhythm in my veins, I scorch the track,
Spitting verses so hot, they’re flaming back.
I’m the pyro poet with the molten flow,
Erupting like a volcano, watch me glow.
I got bars that burn, leaving ash and dust,
In the heat of my beat, combust you must.
I’m the wordsmith welding fire to the phrase,
My lines alight, set the mic ablaze.
Rhymes ricochet, a verbal inferno,
I’m the master of the flame, the heat eternal.
So feel the burn as the tempo turns,
I’m the firestarter, where passion burns.
With every breath, embers leap and inspire,
On the mic, I’m the truth, an eternal fire.

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