Fire
Elzhi Lyrics


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[Intro: Black Milk]
Elzhi, Black Milk, let's go, yeah

[Verse 1: Black Milk]
You can't mention the top five without mentioning I
Black and Elzhi, fire like the temperature rise
Limitless I'm, not even the sky's the limit to I
When we spit with adrenaline times ten
From the beginnin until the rhyme end
It's, no stopping, every line's mind boggling
Stopping your top artist, topping 'em
When we spit sick, naw critics love to get compliments, go

[Verse 2: Fatt Father]
A little 'gen and sodium
Pandemonium, sparks the fat man at the podium
Starts the flame on, I came to stay long
(Somebody call SVU!) I rape songs
Fatt Father collaring fake bums, like Steak-umms
With great guns, that'll have you covered in A1
Al Green told me I was hotter than cooked grits
And my words seem more like somethin I cook with

[Hook: Black Milk]
Cause it's that fire, I see the smoke rising higher
Hi-higher, hands to the sky, up
Spit fire, nope can't deny us
They getting liver, cause it's that fire
I see the smoke rising higher
Get 'em, get 'em up, get 'em higher
Get a cup, let me see, see you light up
They getting liver, cause it's that fire

[Verse 3: Danny Brown]
I fire up the blunt and it tastes like gumbo
Hit the trees hard like George in the Jungle
I'm a play humble 'fore I let the K rumble
Know you got a bitch fatty and a snitchin ass uncle
Brown play niggas like Funco-
Land tan seats in the old school sedan
So nigga talk sweet and the forty fifth blam
Hit a nigga in his back, make 'em do a handstand

[Verse 4: Fat Ray]
Look, it's Fat Ray, fireman, I'm turnin the hose on
You fire up a L, we burning the whole zone
So you can go to hell with fire and brimstone
Fire with the heckler
Niggas is even jockin my hand gestures
Yes, cause I'm fresher than the Nantucket Nectar
Ain't a man fresher, we apply pressure
You a lie, crooked in the street, when I fire like a Vietnam veteran

[Hook]

[Verse 5: Guilty Simpson]
You can't extinguish my genius, release just
Enough to touch y'all without a just cause
And still build a loyal following
Front row at my next show hollering, witnessing overpowering
Lyrics, you feel it deep down, way beneath the street's ground
In sewer tops, we do enough, you do a lot
With zero reward, I'm the chairman of the board
Warlord, sending verb victims to the morgue

[Verse 6: Elzhi]
'til charge an ill joggin, with skill that can kill squadrons
We'll reveal this all in your grill, like the drill sergeant
Too mean, two spleens, this is daily routine
If you seen, holding new green, in my blue jeans
Knuckle every clown, always chuckle, barely frown
Pistol here beneath the bubble, like Huckleberry Hound
When I came in, bent down to strike the game and
They say that I'm fire, you just got fired for soundin like your flaming

[Hook]

[Outro: Black Milk]
If you a fan, go and fan a nigga off, yeah
Wave your hands, yeah, fan a nigga off, uh




Go ahead, just fan a nigga off, yeah
If you a fan, go and fan a nigga off, go!

Overall Meaning

The song "Fire" is a collaborative effort by Elzhi, Black Milk, Fatt Father, Danny Brown, Guilty Simpson, and Fat Ray. Each artist takes turns spitting fierce bars, showcasing their lyrical prowess and unique styles. The opening verse by Black Milk sets the tone for the entire song, boasting about his and Elzhi's skills and the fire they spit. Fatt Father follows with a verse about his dominance as an MC, while Danny Brown raps about his love for smoking and his readiness to fight. Fat Ray adds his own flavor with a verse about being fresher than anyone else and applying pressure. Guilty Simpson's verse talks about his genius as an MC and his ability to create loyal fans, while Elzhi closes the song with a verse about his superior skills and how he's better than anyone else.


The hook repeats the phrase "it's that fire", which ties the entire song together and emphasizes the ferocity of each rapper's performance. The use of the word "fire" also reflects the heat and intensity of their rhymes.


Line by Line Meaning

You can't mention the top five without mentioning I
I am one of the top five rappers and cannot be ignored or dismissed


Black and Elzhi, fire like the temperature rise
Black Milk and I are a hot duo with blazing skills


Limitless I'm, not even the sky's the limit to I
I have unlimited potential and there are no boundaries to my ability


When we spit with adrenaline times ten
Our rap delivery is filled with energy and force


From the beginnin until the rhyme end
Our rap skills are consistent and unstoppable from start to finish


It's, no stopping, every line's mind boggling
We have no breaks in our flow and every line is complex and impressive


Stopping your top artist, topping 'em
We are better than your favorite rapper and can easily surpass them


Cause it's that fire, I see the smoke rising higher
Our rap skills are so hot that the energy is palpable and smoke is rising


Spit fire, nope can't deny us
Our rapping is so impressive that no one can deny our talent


I fire up the blunt and it tastes like gumbo
When I smoke weed, it's so good it tastes like a delicious dish


Hit the trees hard like George in the Jungle
I smoke marijuana with intensity and power


Look, it's Fat Ray, fireman, I'm turnin the hose on
I am like a fireman, putting out other weak rappers with my powerful flow


You can't extinguish my genius, release just
My skills are so great that they cannot be contained or hidden


Knuckle every clown, always chuckle, barely frown
I am always ready to fight and do not take any disrespect


When I came in, bent down to strike the game and
I entered the rap game with an intense focus and determination


If you a fan, go and fan a nigga off, go!
If you appreciate our skills, show your support and admiration




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Verse 1]
What I put down in the sound coil is Crown Royal
It's like I dug in the ground, soil, and found oil
I'm known to terrorize, paralyze a pair of guys or prepare to rise off the land, sea, air, and skies
Snatch his heart, but spare his eyes
To show him why I'm great, violate, and I annihilate
My punchlines ain't just tossin' jabs, they often grab to put you in a Boston Crab
Caution, they say I'm psychosomatic in the attic
My automatic stick to my clothes like static
-cling on, better kiss the fist while the ring's on
On the winning hand, four aces, now a king's drawn
What, how you want it, head or gut?
Let it cuts from the machete, you're not ready
Check, 1-2 and you don't stop
For niggas frontin', I get you open till the buttons on your coat pop

[Hook: Black Milk]:
It's that fire, I see the smoke rising high up
Hit higher, hands to the sky up
Spit fire, no, can't deny us, they getting lava
Cause it's that fire, I see the smoke rising high up
Get 'em, get 'em up, get 'em high up
Get a cup, let me see, see you light up, they getting lava
Cause it's that...

[Verse 2]
Demand the respect, the effects could heat the room
Full of fans in the deck, got my hands on the tech-nology
It's a little too late for an apology, a style from me got more star quality than astrology
EL is the name
Spit that shit that's so fire, it can dance around hell as a flame
Who nicer than me? You ain't worth the price of the tea, in China
You a vagina enticin' to be fucked
I'm stuck in the spirit form, my brain mirror store 'em
Speak my mind, hear it swarm, now a lyric's born
I write a masterpiece
Better than my last release, cooler than the cast of Grease
Burn a nigga to the ash at least
You couldn't get signed in a cast, surviving then crash in peace
Back the fuck up
Get it nigga? Back the fuck up, before you get attacked, smacked, hijacked, and stuck up

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I am hot shit, a stand-up nigga, I do not sit
SWAT's hitting alerted, they heard I got the spot lit
Think deep, how deep? Deeper than a plot get
In a novel, with a pen, I tend to boggle
Now feel the kiss of death when you spin the bottle
Don't have to send a hollow tip with others in the clip to follow
The man with the pen is illing when he's into spilling again, been as healing as penicillin
If your body can suck and inhale
And blow out, then no doubt, probably not fucking with eL
In this genre, full of politics, chicks, and ganja
Find the one who signed ya, and murk him in his recliner
My words could kill a man much more than a kilogram
Of coke, once spoke, shit can hit the ceiling fan
Cause in the booth I hear the siren calls
When I inflame off four entire walls with fireballs

[Hook]



All comments from YouTube:

Welyn

YO SOMEONE PLEASE MAKE AN INSTRUMENTAL FOR THIS

TheBadman709

Hit Black Milk up lol

Tsunami Ryan

I'll make a basic one that's just a loop

George Armerding

@Utgorn thats what im looking for right now lol

Feelin Nice

Elzhi is sick on the mic. I swear he beat up and abused the mic in this song, yet it lays there, bloody and damaged with a smile cause it was a witness and participant to this song.

Copernicus Barnhouse

How keyed were you when you wrote this?

nos925

lmao wtf

emoneywon

long live hip hop! Long live Dilla and all of Detroit!

Mic Tyson

My punchlines ain't just tossin jabs, they often grab and put you in the boston crab!!!

WildfireWiffler44

I'd put Elzhi on my top 10 GOAT list 

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