Texty:
Burning Point Quicker Than The Eye

from the distance Something strange something evil this way comes [Pre-Chorus] Descending from the sky My choice, my master Quicker than the eye You

rumble from the distance Something strange something evil this way comes [Pre-Chorus] Descending from the sky My choice, my master Quicker than the eye

up Quicker than cops write shit up If it get to hectic then you might get stuck Locked and tied up While the key players still keep playin' Never burn

yack Hit the ground so hard I leave tire tracks Bizarre snaps like a fire crack And my palm more stickier than spider back Eyin' my eye, a Mack Truck

Vega's are pumpin' Quick to the point, to the point, no faking Cooking MC's like a pound of bacon Burning 'em, if you ain't quick and nimble I go crazy

and yell louder. I see a city on a hill, I see the only way to be filled, mighty rushing wind around us, Holy Spirit burn within us. [Chorus:] Burn. Burn. Burn

I verbally burn a nigga, lyrically hurt a nigga Pull a voodoo verse on a nigga, Kennedy curse a nigga Who can spit the words quicker than the average

don't do it now I'm gone Because wrong is at the point It's at the point of smothering me Smoldering me, drowning me, Putting me out And I need to burn

Vegas are pumpin' Quick to the point, to the point no faking I'm cooking MCs like a pound of bacon Burning them if they're not quick and nimble I