[Intro:]

Busta Rhymes, 2000

We got the fire now
Come on!


[Verse 1:]

Hey, come on, hey

Whether it's from all of us
You best believe Busta rhymes more flavor than all the rest
From all the mess, hardcoreness from all the stress

Gotsta get this flawless flow from off my chest
Whose impossible folding impossible flow
Ain't a thing in the world that ain't culpable so so

I make you anticipate great
Type shape real live ^!$$%s appreciate
To the utmost I pack toast, keep the gat closed

Run ^!$$%s to the island I pack most
After the gun burst quench my blood thirst
We will be leavin' you much worse so one hearse

Yo, now we embellish $#&@ the jealous
And they mark on ^!$$%s now what you gon' tell us
Skydiver, short circuit just like a live wire

And give it the ^!$$%s because we got the FIRE!

[Chorus:]


All my people in the place (Iyyiiiyyiiiiyyiiiiyyiiiii)
Just put your hands up in the air

And while we blow the spot and keep it hot
You got that FIRE!
Jump, shake, bounce when we come to you turn you out

It's Flipmode Squad that keeps on right your rightest place
We got that FIRE!


[Verse 2:]

Aiyyo

Rock until I'm gone
Till the party's over and he start turnin' the lights on
Type of %#@!, right inside your whole crew be on

Be the bull%#@!, so keep movin' on
No I ain't havin' it
Why you grabbin' it, my flow is immaculate

Passionate when it comes to the fire that you have to get
Then I tackle it and kill like we Jackal and Jaffolit
Rob ^!$$%s and give it to the church so they can raffle it

Now you can distinguish how
Afro-English flowin' broke in English
Witness how we stay hot and how we keep us goslin'

Women flawsin' blow the spot often
(WHAT) ^!$$%s say (WHAT) you need to calculate
Re-evaluate the %#@! off so we retaliate

Marinate, when I give the hustle and carry weight
And bust up ^!$$%s like you would have the Bleat Estate
It's the ^!$$%s like y'all I hits for only when it counts

Black on the set and make mother$#&@ers bounce
Connected the raw types of %#@!
To make your (*##$ bug and make ^!$$%s pull out cake

Hey I think it's whack yo, I stack dough, and pack a rap show
And then let all of my ^!$$%s in the back door
And let the spot short circuit just like a live wire

And give it the ^!$$%s because we got the FIRE!

[Chorus]


FIRE!