fire
K.a.a.n Lyrics
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Alright, watch this though
I hurt u so u hurt me, u cheat so I go cheat
Toxic love got it bad but we both don't wanna leave
Fighting fire with fire can't put each other out
Hard to build structure burning each other down
I hurt u so u hurt me, u cheat so I go cheat
Toxic love got it bad but we both don't wanna leaveFighting fire with fire can't put each other out
Hard to build structure burning each other down
Why u texting other women why u fucking other niggas
Why u going thru my phone u need to mind yo fucking business
Going at each other throat if she strangle then I choke
Hate it when she push my buttons not the one u should provoke
Who them niggas on ya page? Why u entertaining all of that
Hate it when u do that why the fuck u be responding back
Rarely keeping peace it's like we dancing with the flames
Steady hurting one another like we enjoying the pain
Crazy as it sounds we love each other but we toxic
Do me wrong I do u wrong my potna say we need to stop it
Caught u at the club with a nigga and I lost it
Hate u bitch go fuck that nigga but that was my liquor talking
U did it now I'm tripping fuck I wish it could be different
But I cannot live without u took u back u are forgiven
Are u really? Here we go I use my thumb to flick the lighter
When I'm heated I can't help it fighting fire with my fire
I hurt u so u hurt me, u cheat so I go cheat
Toxic love got it bad but we both don't wanna leave
Fighting fire with fire can't put each other out
Hard to build structure burning each other down
I hurt u so u hurt me, u cheat so I go cheat
Toxic love got it bad but we both don't wanna leave
Fighting fire with fire can't put each other out
Hard to build structure burning each other downShe caught me texting another woman that I was sexing
Now shit more hectic, she throwing dishes at me got cut she getting reckless
Now she contemplating bout leaving
I only did it cause u did it I just had to get even
Stead of having a discussion we argue and now she cussing
She said that I'm good for nothing she hate that she fucking love me
Toxic love u see the acid, we love each other dearly
But we steady causing damage, easy fix lets use a bandage
I hurt u so u hurt me, u cheat so I go cheat
Toxic love got it bad but we both don't wanna leave
Fighting fire with fire can't put each other out
Hard to build structure burning each other down
I hurt u so u hurt me, u cheat so I go cheat
Toxic love got it bad but we both don't wanna leave
Fighting fire with fire can't put each other out
Hard to build structure burning each other down
Are u done? I'm sorry
The lyrics of K.A.A.N's song "Fire" focus on the struggles and conflicts within a romantic relationship. The singer is filled with deep-seated emotions of fear and worry, and he seems to be grappling with a sudden loss of faith in himself. He starts by expressing his desire to free himself from this affliction of love, but finds it hard to speak up with conviction. The weight of his worries and fear surrounds him and he feels dependent on his lover. He acknowledges that he has been lost in the fire of love.
He then apologizes for his mistakes in the relationship, remembering the days when he couldn't face his lover sober and times when his actions led to their troubles. He admits to having been on the edge of never-ending conflicts with his lover, but his hands kept on clenching, indicating that he never gave up. The singer sees himself as the man of sin, the devil in him, and blames himself for having drained the life from everything that ever lived. But in the end, he realizes the truth that "all that's wrong with me is wrong with you."
Line by Line Meaning
I had a dream, to wash myself
Of this great affliction
So hard to say, I get uptight
Speak without conviction
The singer wants to cleanse himself of his afflictions, but speaking about them frightens him because he doesn't know what to say or how to say it
All the weight of my worries
And the fear that surrounds me
Depends on you too
How can I stand here as a man
Place all the blame into your hands
Leave it with you?
The singer's anxieties stem from his relationship with another person, but he doesn't want to take all the blame or responsibility for the situation
You felt the heat of the sunshine
Before I met you
Now reach the side
Pour your heart out
And left you in the shadow
The singer's partner had an optimistic outlook before encountering the singer, but now feels overshadowed and left in the dark
From the days I couldn't face you sober
To the times that I would raise when you would tip me over
We was always on the edge of never-ending
But hands kept on clenching
This lifestyle's descending
Why you pretending I was pulling down the bricks?
I was young and you were sick
The artist and his partner had a tumultuous relationship filled with substance abuse and codependency, but the artist now sees that his partner was struggling with their own issues
'Cause at the time I drained the life
From everything that ever lived
Man of sin, the devil in me
Fire straight out from the pit
But I don't blame myself now
I see you
The artist acknowledges that he once had destructive tendencies and compares himself to the devil, but he no longer blames himself because he understands the struggles his partner faced
All that's wrong with me
Is wrong with you
The singer recognizes that their issues as a couple stem from both parties and can't be attributed solely to one person
Lyrics © DistroKid, TUNECORE INC
Written by: Kyree Norman
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@salehahx
[Verse]
7:30 in the morning
Light from the dawn hits the cracks of his eyes
Who arise in a world that he hates and despise
To reside in the side of a town where the colors
That you wear might get a nigga lynched boy
Fill that motherfucking bench boy
That's the pain of the game
And the bullet that came from the frame of the weapon that was built for the automatic kill
The trickling blood spilt
To load it up to the top
And captivate till it pop
Seen your prey drop in the center of the street
Nigga died for the motherfucking shoes on his feet
All stemmed from the beef that occurred last week
An altercation with niggas he had never even seen
Didn't see the bullet coming so he never had a chance
A head on collision that ended a young life
He seen him in the morning
Nigga never got involved with the guns or the drugs
Or the bitches or the cars
He was living with a cost
But paid the ultimate cost
A feeling he had lost
But praying over the body
But the soul been gone
Just another victim of the Willie Lynch syndrome
Let me put you on game
Take a minute to explain
I'ma take you to the British West Indies
Slave trade when a man with a speech came in with a thought that confused all blacks
That's a motherfucking fact
With a page full of hate
Ideas they could take to control all slaves
Even to this fucking day
And that should leave you amazed
The fact we influenced by a motherfucking man from the 1700's
I'ma try to be exact with the stats I relate
Please pay attention to the words that a nigga say
Before a Jim Crow law
Willie Lynch had evolved
The diabolical scheme
That he had seen in a dream
The friction between race
The pigmentation of faith
Light-skinned, dark-skinned, the old against young
That's enough to make ya nauseous
Dividing and they conquer
Killin' the subconscious
A manifesto
Full of nothing but some nonsense
Same thought pattern that I'm seeing on the constant
America's to blame for this young black conflict
Take away they confidence and turn 'em into convicts
Hm... Huh
We're livin' in disparity
And all I pray for is clarity
To find peace of mind yeah that's a rarity
And I'm dropping knowledge but that's sparingly
And that thought of death is not scaring me
I said like a G you better bury me
I said like a G you better bury me
And when I'm dead and gone will you remember me
And when I'm dead and gone will you remember me
And on my grave pour a little bit of Hennessy
I said I give a picture for this men to see
And I'm suicidal don't envy me
And I'm suicidal don't envy me
And I'm suicidal don't envy me
Crazy how his life came to a halt
From the bullet that he caught
His younger brother had saw
He had died in his arms
They're ringin' him no alarm
For causin' a nigga harm
Conversation with his mom
She would try and keep him calm
And tell him "remain strong"
But his brain gone off on a whole 'nother tangent
Causin' a nigga pain for he has manifested
The hatred he held inside has now festered
Bubbled and boiled over
Turnin' that kid colder
Lookin' for the motherfucker that took his older brother
Got a pistol in the trunk
With the automatic pump
To blast on him and dump
When he saw the nigga run
He would pull the trigger more
The body hittin' the floor
The gun let off a roar
Like a Vietnam tour
It's the same old sound, from the same old war
Two black men dead, and what was it all for?
That's the same bullshit your favorite rapper would endorse
The hatred of one another and I'm givin' you the source
The genocide of a people that treat it like it's a sport
And since they're currently on they're hardly keepin' afford
I know I'm goin' to Hell, for the way I'm livin' is wrong
Mind, body and soul, and Fire and Brimstone
Mind, body and soul, and Fire and Brimstone
Mind. body and soul, and Fire and Brimstone
@Queerienlannister
7:30 in the morning
Light from the dawn hits the cracks of his eyes
Who will rise in a world that he hates and despise
To reside in the side of a town where the colors
That you wear might get a nigga lynched boy
Fill that motherfucking bench boy
That's the pain of the game
And the bullet that came from the frame of the weapon that was built for the automatic kill
The trickling blood spilt
To load it up to the top
And captivate till it pop
Seen your prey drop in the center of the street
Nigga died for the motherfucking shoes on his feet
All stemmed from the beef that occurred last week
An altercation with niggas he had never even seen
Didn't see the bullet coming so he never had a chance
A head on collision that ended a young life
He seen him in the morning
Nigga never got involved with the guns or the drugs
Or the bitches or the cars
He was living with a cost
But paid the ultimate cost
A feeling he had lost
But praying over the body
But the soul been gone
Just another victim of the Willie Lynch syndrome
Let me put you on game
Take a minute to explain
I'ma take you to the British West Indies
Slave trade when a man with a speech came in with a thought that confused all blacks
That's a motherfucking fact
With a page full of hate
Ideas they could take to control all slaves
Even to this fucking day
And that should leave you amazed
The fact we influenced by a motherfucking man from the 1700's
I'ma try to be exact with the stats I relate
Please pay attention to the words that a nigga say
Before a Jim Crow law
Willie Lynch had evolved
The diabolical scheme
That he had seen in a dream
The friction between race
The pigmentation of faith
Light-skinned, dark-skinned, the old against young
That's enough to make ya nauseous
Dividing and they conquer
Killin' the subconscious
A manifesto
Full of nothing but some nonsense
Same thought pattern that I'm seeing on the constant
America's to blame for this young black conflict
Take away they confidence and turn 'em into convicts
Hm... Huh
We're livin' in disparity
And all I pray for is clarity
To find peace of mind yeah that's a rarity
And I'm dropping knowledge but that's sparingly
And that thought of death is not scaring me
I said like a G you better bury me
I said like a G you better bury me
And when I'm dead and gone will you remember me
And when I'm dead and gone will you remember me
And on my grave pour a little bit of Hennessy
I said I give a picture for this men to see
And I'm suicidal don't envy me
And I'm suicidal don't envy me
And I'm suicidal don't envy me
Crazy how his life came to a halt
From the bullet he had caught
His younger brother had saw
He had died in his arms
They're ringin' him no alarm
For causin' a nigga harm
Conversation with his mom
She would try and keep him calm
And tell him "remain strong"
But his brain gone off on a whole 'nother tangent
Causin' a nigga pain for he has manifested
The hatred he held inside has now festered
Bubbled and boiled over
Turnin' that kid colder
Lookin' for the motherfucker that took his older brother
Got a pistol in the trunk
With the automatic pump
To blast on him and dump
When he saw the nigga run
He would pull the trigger more
The body hittin' the floor
The gun let off a roar
Like a Vietnam tour
It's the same old sound, from the same old war
Two black men dead, and what was it all for?
That's the same bullshit your favorite rapper would endorse
The hatred of one another and I'm givin' you the source
The genocide of a people that treat it like it's a sport
And since they're currently on they're hardly keepin' afford
I know I'm goin' to Hell, for the way I'm livin' is wrong
Mind, body and soul, Fire and Brimstone
Mind, body and soul, Fire and Brimstone
Mind. body and soul, Fire and Brimstone
@kstraw7331
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Fire & Brimstone
K.A.A.N.
FIRE & BRIMSTONE LYRICS
[Verse]
7:30 in the morning
Light from the dawn hits the cracks of his eyes
Who will rise in a world that he hates and despise
To reside in the side of a town where the colors
That you wear might get a nigga lynched boy
Fill that motherfucking bench boy
That's the pain of the game
And the bullet that came from the frame of the weapon that was built for the automatic kill
The trickling blood spilt
To load it up to the top
And captivate till it pop
Seen your prey drop in the center of the street
Nigga died for the motherfucking shoes on his feet
All stemmed from the beef that occurred last week
An altercation with niggas he had never even seen
Didn't see the bullet coming so he never had a chance
A head on collision that ended a young life
He seen him in the morning
Nigga never got involved with the guns or the drugs
Or the bitches or the cars
He was living with a cost
But paid the ultimate cost
A feeling he had lost
But praying over the body
But the soul been gone
Just another victim of the Willie Lynch syndrome
Let me put you on game
Take a minute to explain
I'ma take you to the British West Indies
Slave trade when a man with a speech came in with a thought that confused all blacks
That's a motherfucking fact
With a page full of hate
Ideas they could take to control all slaves
Even to this fucking day
And that should leave you amazed
The fact we influenced by a motherfucking man from the 1700's
I'ma try to be exact with the stats I relate
Please pay attention to the words that a nigga say
Before a Jim Crow law
Willie Lynch had evolved
The diabolical scheme
That he had seen in a dream
The friction between race
The pigmentation of faith
Light-skinned, dark-skinned, the old against young
That's enough to make ya nauseous
Dividing and they conquer
Killin' the subconscious
A manifesto
Full of nothing but some nonsense
Same thought pattern that I'm seeing on the constant
America's to blame for this young black conflict
Take away they confidence and turn 'em into convicts
Hm... Huh
We're livin' in disparity
And all I pray for is clarity
To find peace of mind yeah that's a rarity
And I'm dropping knowledge but that's sparingly
And that thought of death is not scaring me
I said like a G you better bury me
I said like a G you better bury me
And when I'm dead and gone will you remember me
And when I'm dead and gone will you remember me
And on my grave pour a little bit of Hennessy
I said I give a picture for this men to see
And I'm suicidal don't envy me
And I'm suicidal don't envy me
And I'm suicidal don't envy me
Crazy how his life came to a halt
From the bullet he had caught
His younger brother had saw
He had died in his arms
They're ringin' him no alarm
For causin' a nigga harm
Conversation with his mom
She would try and keep him calm
And tell him "remain strong"
But his brain gone off on a whole 'nother tangent
Causin' a nigga pain for he has manifested
The hatred he held inside has now festered
Bubbled and boiled over
Turnin' that kid colder
Lookin' for the motherfucker that took his older brother
Got a pistol in the trunk
With the automatic pump
To blast on him and dump
When he saw the nigga run
He would pull the trigger more
The body hittin' the floor
The gun let off a roar
Like a Vietnam tour
It's the same old sound, from the same old war
Two black men dead, and what was it all for?
That's the same bullshit your favorite rapper would endorse
The hatred of one another and I'm givin' you the source
The genocide of a people that treat it like it's a sport
And since they're currently on they're hardly keepin' afford
I know I'm goin' to Hell, for the way I'm livin' is wrong
Mind, body and soul, Fire and Brimstone
Mind, body and soul, Fire and Brimstone
Mind. body and soul, Fire and Brimstone
@Thepaserone
you guys were saying?
7:30 in the morning
Light from the dawn hits the cracks of his eyes
Who will rise in a world that he hates and despise
To reside in the side of a town where the colors
That you wear might get a nigga lynched boy
Fill that motherfucking bench boy
That's the pain of the game
And the bullet that came from the frame of the weapon that was built for the automatic kill
The trickling blood spilt
To load it up to the top
And captivate till it pop
Seen your prey drop in the center of the street
Nigga died for the motherfucking shoes on his feet
All stemmed from the beef that occurred last week
An altercation with niggas he had never even seen
Didn't see the bullet coming so he never had a chance
A head on collision that ended a young life
He seen him in the morning
Nigga never got involved with the guns or the drugs
Or the bitches or the cars
He was living with a cost
But paid the ultimate cost
A feeling he had lost
But praying over the body
But the soul been gone
Just another victim of the Willie Lynch syndrome
Let me put you on game
Take a minute to explain
I'ma take you to the British West Indies
Slave trade when a man with a speech came in with a thought that confused all blacks
That's a motherfucking fact
With a page full of hate
Ideas they could take to control all slaves
Even to this fucking day
And that should leave you amazed
The fact we influenced by a motherfucking man from the 1700's
I'ma try to be exact with the stats I relate
Please pay attention to the words that a nigga say
Before a Jim Crow law
Willie Lynch had evolved
The diabolical scheme
That he had seen in a dream
The friction between race
The pigmentation of faith
Light-skinned, dark-skinned, the old against young
That's enough to make ya nauseous
Dividing and they conquer
Killin' the subconscious
A manifesto
Full of nothing but some nonsense
Same thought pattern that I'm seeing on the constant
America's to blame for this young black conflict
Take away they confidence and turn 'em into convicts
Hm... Huh
We're livin' in disparity
And all I pray for is clarity
To find peace of mind yeah that's a rarity
And I'm dropping knowledge but that's sparingly
And that thought of death is not scaring me
I said like a G you better bury me
I said like a G you better bury me
And when I'm dead and gone will you remember me
And when I'm dead and gone will you remember me
And on my grave pour a little bit of Hennessy
I said I give a picture for this men to see
And I'm suicidal don't envy me
And I'm suicidal don't envy me
And I'm suicidal don't envy me
Crazy how his life came to a halt
From the bullet he had caught
His younger brother had saw
He had died in his arms
They're ringin' him no alarm
For causin' a nigga harm
Conversation with his mom
She would try and keep him calm
And tell him "remain strong"
But his brain gone off on a whole 'nother tangent
Causin' a nigga pain for he has manifested
The hatred he held inside has now festered
Bubbled and boiled over
Turnin' that kid colder
Lookin' for the motherfucker that took his older brother
Got a pistol in the trunk
With the automatic pump
To blast on him and dump
When he saw the nigga run
He would pull the trigger more
The body hittin' the floor
The gun let off a roar
Like a Vietnam tour
It's the same old sound, from the same old war
Two black men dead, and what was it all for?
That's the same bullshit your favorite rapper would endorse
The hatred of one another and I'm givin' you the source
The genocide of a people that treat it like it's a sport
And since they're currently on they're hardly keepin' afford
I know I'm goin' to Hell, for the way I'm livin' is wrong
Mind, body and soul, Fire and Brimstone
Mind, body and soul, Fire and Brimstone
Mind. body and soul, Fire and Brimstone
@veryprolific
7:30 in the morning
Light from the dawn hits the cracks of his eyes
Who will rise in a world that he hates and despise
To reside in the side of a town where the colors
That you wear might get a nigga lynched boy
Fill that motherfucking bench boy
That's the pain of the game
And the bullet that came from the frame of the weapon that was built for the automatic kill
The trickling blood spilt
To load it up to the top
And captivate till it pop
Seen your prey drop in the center of the street
Nigga died for the motherfucking shoes on his feet
All stemmed from the beef that occurred last week
An altercation with niggas he had never even seen
Didn't see the bullet coming so he never had a chance
A head on collision that ended a young life
He seen him in the morning
Nigga never got involved with the guns or the drugs
Or the bitches or the cars
He was living with a cost
But paid the ultimate cost
A feeling he had lost
But praying over the body
But the soul been gone
Just another victim of Ludowici syndrome
Let me put you on game
Take a minute to explain
I'ma take you to the British West Indies
Slave trade when a man with a speech came in with a thought that confused all blacks
That's a motherfucking fact
With a page full of hate
Ideas they could take to control all slaves
Even to this fucking day
And that should leave you amazed
The fact we influenced by a motherfucking man from the 1700's
I'ma try to be exact with the stats I relate
Please pay attention to the words that a nigga say
Before a Jim Crow law
Willie Lynch had evolved
The diabolical scheme
That he had seen in a dream
The friction between race
The pigmentation of faith
Light-skinned, dark-skinned, the old against young
That's enough to make ya nauseous
Dividing and they conquer
Killin' the subconscious
A manifesto
Full of nothing but some nonsense
Same thought pattern that I'm seeing on the constant
America's to blame for this young black conflict
Take away they confidence and turn 'em into convicts
Hm... Huh
We're livin' in disparity
And all I pray for is clarity
To find piece of mind yeah that's a rarity
And I'm dropping knowledge [?]
And that thought of death does not scare me
I said like a G you better bury me
I said like a G you better bury me
And when I'm dead and gone will you remember me
And when I'm dead and gone will you remember me
And on my grave pour a little bit of Hennessy
I said I give a picture for this men to see
And I'm suicidal don't envy me
And I'm suicidal don't envy me
And I'm suicidal don't envy me
Crazy how his life came to a halt
From the bullet he had caught
His younger brother had saw
He had died in his arms
[?]
@salehahx
[Verse]
7:30 in the morning
Light from the dawn hits the cracks of his eyes
Who arise in a world that he hates and despise
To reside in the side of a town where the colors
That you wear might get a nigga lynched boy
Fill that motherfucking bench boy
That's the pain of the game
And the bullet that came from the frame of the weapon that was built for the automatic kill
The trickling blood spilt
To load it up to the top
And captivate till it pop
Seen your prey drop in the center of the street
Nigga died for the motherfucking shoes on his feet
All stemmed from the beef that occurred last week
An altercation with niggas he had never even seen
Didn't see the bullet coming so he never had a chance
A head on collision that ended a young life
He seen him in the morning
Nigga never got involved with the guns or the drugs
Or the bitches or the cars
He was living with a cost
But paid the ultimate cost
A feeling he had lost
But praying over the body
But the soul been gone
Just another victim of the Willie Lynch syndrome
Let me put you on game
Take a minute to explain
I'ma take you to the British West Indies
Slave trade when a man with a speech came in with a thought that confused all blacks
That's a motherfucking fact
With a page full of hate
Ideas they could take to control all slaves
Even to this fucking day
And that should leave you amazed
The fact we influenced by a motherfucking man from the 1700's
I'ma try to be exact with the stats I relate
Please pay attention to the words that a nigga say
Before a Jim Crow law
Willie Lynch had evolved
The diabolical scheme
That he had seen in a dream
The friction between race
The pigmentation of faith
Light-skinned, dark-skinned, the old against young
That's enough to make ya nauseous
Dividing and they conquer
Killin' the subconscious
A manifesto
Full of nothing but some nonsense
Same thought pattern that I'm seeing on the constant
America's to blame for this young black conflict
Take away they confidence and turn 'em into convicts
Hm... Huh
We're livin' in disparity
And all I pray for is clarity
To find peace of mind yeah that's a rarity
And I'm dropping knowledge but that's sparingly
And that thought of death is not scaring me
I said like a G you better bury me
I said like a G you better bury me
And when I'm dead and gone will you remember me
And when I'm dead and gone will you remember me
And on my grave pour a little bit of Hennessy
I said I give a picture for this men to see
And I'm suicidal don't envy me
And I'm suicidal don't envy me
And I'm suicidal don't envy me
Crazy how his life came to a halt
From the bullet that he caught
His younger brother had saw
He had died in his arms
They're ringin' him no alarm
For causin' a nigga harm
Conversation with his mom
She would try and keep him calm
And tell him "remain strong"
But his brain gone off on a whole 'nother tangent
Causin' a nigga pain for he has manifested
The hatred he held inside has now festered
Bubbled and boiled over
Turnin' that kid colder
Lookin' for the motherfucker that took his older brother
Got a pistol in the trunk
With the automatic pump
To blast on him and dump
When he saw the nigga run
He would pull the trigger more
The body hittin' the floor
The gun let off a roar
Like a Vietnam tour
It's the same old sound, from the same old war
Two black men dead, and what was it all for?
That's the same bullshit your favorite rapper would endorse
The hatred of one another and I'm givin' you the source
The genocide of a people that treat it like it's a sport
And since they're currently on they're hardly keepin' afford
I know I'm goin' to Hell, for the way I'm livin' is wrong
Mind, body and soul, and Fire and Brimstone
Mind, body and soul, and Fire and Brimstone
Mind. body and soul, and Fire and Brimstone
@johntrower2708
The greatest rapper of all time. No one can tell me otherwise. So fire🔥🔥
@MrJoshEddie
Reminds me of immortal technique. Have to learn history to learn the rhymes. Genius.
@bmsbms1491
Immortal technique is on a different level tho fr
@YoAkiWylin
@@bmsbms1491 nah cheif
@BoloCS
holy shit theres literally not a song i dont like by this guy
@willt6551
I agree Yup hes just too good
@jestnutz
No cap this dude ibrings the flame in top notch quality 👌 he blows my mind everytime
@raedongrantham5951
Lmaooo, he has songs that are complete ass. And some that aren’t.
@BoloCS
@@raedongrantham5951 Yea 5 years later thought the dude woulda been a little bigger he def needs better beat selection and to take time more between projects