Lay Back 
Let it burn 
Let it burn 

Lay Back 
Let it burn 
Let it burn 

Lay Back 
Let it burn 
Let it burn 

Lay Back 
Let it burn 
Let it burn 
Let it burn 
Let it burn 
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How can he 
Flow so cold 
With no Ice 
Pick to grip 
With huh? 
I’m a winter 
Born soul (So) 
The cold is 
Habit 

Pushin’ 
Limits 
Known to have 
Grown adapt 
And manage 
No matter the 
Physics or 
Damage 
We keep 
Consistent 
Fvck the 
cynics 
And critics 
We keep 
The spliff lit 

Burnin’ sage 
With the sages 
On the top floor 
Deep soul 
searchin’ 
Hard workin’ 
So no stopping 
Them 
Momentum 
Stocking up 

Lay Back 
Let it burn 
Let it burn 

Lay Back 
Let it burn 
Let it burn 

Lay Back 
Let it burn 
Let it burn 

Lay Back 
Let it burn 
Let it burn 
Let it burn 
Let it burn 

With 
Breath work 
Obtained form 
Mesopatamian 
Records 
Un-obtainable 
Causing 
Pressure 
Shooting 
Through 
His cranium 
The text work 
Written with 
A precision 
Unexplainable 
The words woven 
To the script 
Still 
Undateable 

From 
Cathedrals 
To 
Catacombs 
Cradles 
To the 
Grave 
Keep it 
Peaceful but 
Not opposed 
To un-diplomatic 
Ways 

Makin’ 
Sure to keep 
Some space 
From leeches 
Around the way 

Too Focused 
On the loud 
To hear what 
You gotta say 
So… 

Lay Back 
Let it burn 
Let it burn 

Lay Back 
Let it burn 
Let it burn 

Lay Back 
Let it burn 
Let it burn 

Lay Back 
Let it burn 
Let it burn 
Let it burn 
Let it burn