Burn

Song: Burn

Album: Run With It

Artist: G8

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released October 26, 2006

ref: http://g8band.bandcamp.com/track/burn

Droppin' on the track like a bomb on Iraq

Blowin' up huts, kids, moms, dads, and housecats

I'm out, man- runnin' with the ins and outcasts

Quicker than a bullet or your Subaru Outback

Yeah, we're dien' young so we're breakin' it out fast

That's the motto, so either compete or get out ran

Now that we got your attention, don't pretend it's

Another group to make their bank accounts fat

And blow like a car bomb stashed under the dash of your Escalade 

'Cos the deadline for the debt to pay was yesterday

Turn your gold & green into red & gray

Tryin' to get up off the curb and have a seat right next to fame

So they say, these days, hip-hop ain't even about skills

It's all top sales, TRL, and hot wheels

So tell me, baby, can ya band mix well and rock well

Does your DJ make beats and can your emcee talk-

Well, hell, shit's changed and it's strange to me

Ya stopped smashin' pumpkins and lost your rage against the machine

Now ya work for it eight hours a day, give it gasoline

And apply oil when the gears rattle and squeak

You're fast asleep wit' no alarm clock

And I'm gettin' the feelin' that it's all a human pawn shop

Watch it, while you're runnin' your mouth

G8's in the basement of the house and we're turnin' it out

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Chorus

We burn it down like this

And turn it out like this

We burn it down like this

And turn it out like this

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Os and Xs, ego trips and questions

Squares and triangles, hopes, faith, and labels

I'm pushin' all the buttons, runnin' outta my senses

Frustrated with the game, controller cords are in tangles

Forgot the character I'm playin'- kinda like I'm lost

Except I recognize the time, place, date, and everyone

Familiar with the consequences of my actions

But still can't figure out what the fuck is goin' on

I'm the background of the background, in fact

I can't talk to women without an anxiety attack

Crackin' jokes and approachin' at inopportune moments

Mostly posted and rollin' solo and unnoticed

Stressed and tensed up, passin' up the next keg cup,

Breakfast and lunch just to hit my Mead textbook

Servin' up the fresh more than the chef's best cook

I sacrifice my pride to grab a pen and paint perspectives

"Where's the payback?" you're wonderin' in misdirection

'Cos the answer's soakin' up your present attention

Got your head shook, sayin' "Yes"

Convinced what's comin' off the page is dancin' right your perception

Go'head, try and get my confidence shook

Burn my wallet, closet, and whatever's in my textbook

Tell me daily who my ex-girlfriend blows a kiss to

And watch it get passed up on my quest kid

Chorus