Bobby Winning – On Fire (Single)

Music & Lyrics: Bobby Winning

Medvirkende:

Bobby Winning: Rap

Robert Alan Morley: All instruments

Mixed by Robert Alan Morley, RAM Recordings Studio, Oslo – Norway

Listen to the music here:

On Fire

On Fire lyrics:

I am so fantastic with the spitting

So sick I could die, get buried, and have the casket risen

Come back to this living with another smash for your children

Constant papercuts from all these spazmic raps that I’ve written

C-4 plastic wrapped with a ribbon

Blow your eardrums off everytime I spazz when I’m spitting

I’m asthmatic, still I keep harrasing the rhythm

Until I pass out, and straight crash in the middle

I try not to be concerned with all the fashion and bitches

Unlike some other tracks these cats presenting

It’s a fact and I can’t forgive them. Pack vengeance

Cuz they make it so easy for me to act like Jack The Ripper

Admiral Ackbar “It’s a trap”! But I ain’t trippin’

I see the difference between an actor and a rapper so act your position

I’m laughing at you midgets, wack scriptures and lack of rhythm

Compared to the classics that I’m flippin’, I blast like the religious

Lock shit, pop shit, rock it like a rocket

I start a mosh pit, like I’m on some rock shit

Observe my optics. Turn my topics. Burn the toplist

I don’t fuck with pop hits

That hot shit? I got it, no lying

Feel it in the vibe there’s no denying that I am

On fire, like Richard Pryor high with a lighter

I’m on fire like Richard Pryor high with a lighter

I don’t know what’s up cuz I’ve been feeling down lately

Consumed in my own thoughts. I wouldn’t notice if the ground shaking

If I make a milli. Ram will get some pound payments

Cuz he always backed me up, though I ain’t got around to thank him

Fuck all that for now. I’m all over town making

Moves on my own in the zone with my sound checking

I’m all for paper chasing. But I hate racing

As much as I hate waiting and that’s why I never made it

See I don’t feel like shaking, hands with all these fakers

In order to make it. Just pass me a pay check

Not to make it rain, I put my cash in my savings

Incase of a rainy day. Bail my ass out of obligations

A fly crib and a packet fridge, ain’t it

That it’s supposed to be about. Fuck a fashion flagrance

Fuck a bottle of champagne. Fuck being famous

I put a hundred K in a school in Africa before any fat chain. Damn it

Lock shit, pop shit, rock it like a rocket

I start a mosh pit, like I’m on some rock shit

Observe my optics. Turn my topics. Burn the toplist

I don’t fuck with pop hits

That hot shit? I got it, no lying

Feel it in the vibe there’s no denying that I am

On fire, like Richard Pryor high with a lighter

I’m on fire like Richard Pryor high with a lighter

When the world end and all comes crashing down on me

I’ll be first in line to flow over the seven trumpet sound

No agony when the scorpios stings. Nothing can tackle me

See that’s the state of mind that I bring to any classic beat

You could put me anywhere on the Atlas

Rap surrounds me like an open casket

And yeah I know I got a corny accent

But that ain’t just in English, that’s in all the languages

That I comperhend. That’s my problem, I understand that

I gotta work harder than many men

That’s how it’s always been. Now look beyond that

And realize I won’t get nothing for free like them

So be it. That don’t mean shit. Tell a hater

Those misdemeniours won’t keep me from elevating

Mind levitation. I find grind inspiration

In 90’s rhymes of greatness on my Spotify playlist as I

2x:

Lock shit, pop shit, rock it like a rocket

I start a mosh pit, like I’m on some rock shit

Observe my optics. Turn my topics. Burn the toplist

I don’t fuck with pop hits

That hot shit? I got it, no lying

Feel it in the vibe there’s no denying that I am

On fire, like Richard Pryor high with a lighter

I’m on fire like Richard Pryor high with a lighter

 

Coverfoto & Design: Bobby Winning