[Intro]
Fire in your top five
Once Upon a Time type shit
I'm Rick with the flames
If I ain't in it five times
I'ma put Knives in the pros and alter their names
I'm firing up

[Verse 1]
This that old man and the sea legacy
Been swimming with the sharks so long
That they admire my songs
Though they'd take my whole leg at sea
Who would peg me
As a washed up entertainer?
Why you wanna throw the old dog in the incinerator?
Call me when you got a gold watch and a pension, hater
Fucking with a pen and paper, homie, I'm an instigator
Meaning that I'm quick and cold-bloodеd, get the picture
I'll bе waiting in the water with a jaw that'll get you on a ventilator
Tryna be an imitator, come and see the writtens
Got some shit that you won't get 'til like twenty minutes later
I'm firing up

[Verse 2]
And you about as scary as a new pup
Softer than a cherry in a fruit cup
I'll put a couple holes in that balloon-ass ego
You ain't regal, just some air that went and blew up
Yeah, you gonna do what?
Standing like a man that never grew up
Scared to be alone and had to crew up
On guard, motherfucker, 'cause these clippers ain't
Meaning everybody right here can get a crew cut
You suck, why you think your mic got two nuts?
You fucked, thinking that the paper could save ya
'Til somebody came around and throw the deuce up, deuce up
I'm firing up
[Verse 3]
Who got the fuel for this flame?
Who not a tool in the game?
Who not the same?
Who get respect with or without a check?
Be it blue, revenue revin' you on a name
It's me Mr. J. uh MK HBD, what do you say?
Could I get a tech review if I'm technical?
Like a dime on a nine, mm-mm, ayy
Though I had .38 on me when I came to the altar
Snubbed by everybody, tried to play me like Oscar
Or Kwame Brown, way they came with the offers
I was getting pissed on, 'til the game got altered (AllttA)
We just added a D
Yeah, I play the fool, I ain't had a degree
But then I play it cool, you can't add a degree
Ain't shit you could say, man, you had to agree
That I'm firing up

[Verse 4]
But I been doing this since 1998 though
Around the same time your favorite rhymer turned eight, woah
And It ain't even debatable, the logic would have made it so
I'm almost forty-five, and he could still get ate
You know I'm like a 45, and I will still give you eight of those
Say no, fucking with a dago, lay low, or this slang will leave your brain swoll
Came for the balls, got maimed for the angles
Now I got your brain looking like somebody dropped a jar of Prego
"Say old-timer, ain't you tired as fuck?"
Uh, nah man
I'm just firing up
[Outro]
Firing up (Firing up)