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Empire Cast - Inferno (Audio) ft. Remy Ma, Sticky Fingaz
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Empire Cast
Empire Cast
Performer
Sticky Fingaz
Sticky Fingaz
Performer
Remy Ma
Remy Ma
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rodney Jerkins
Rodney Jerkins
Composer
Justin Lay
Justin Lay
Composer
Remy Ma
Remy Ma
Composer
Brandon Hicks
Brandon Hicks
Composer
Desmond Barnes
Desmond Barnes
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rodney Jerkins
Rodney Jerkins
Producer
Justin Lay
Justin Lay
Producer

Lyrics

Burn it Burn it up Now burn it up Burn it Burn it up Yeah burn it up We gon' bring the fire yeah yeah We gon' bring the fire yeah yeah Blow Torch, furnace Matches, lighters Candles, Ovens Electrical wires Petroleum, Lava Charcoal, stars They're all on fire Just like Remy Ma (Now) HipHop and RnB, yeah I be blazing that Accapella instrumental either way I'm flaming that H.G.L.L that's where they made me at And all this awesomeness, I'm pyromaniac Exploded on the scene Then I eat up, I baked it The chimney on the roof, I'm the boiler on the basement I'm flat and still when it comes to the basics My body made out the same material your safe is All hail to the King Bow down kiss the ring We about to blow it up Nitroglycerine Never roll we out of here Places that you never been When I say we taking over that means we taking everything We gon' make it hot like Inferno You gonna have to open up a window We gon' bring the fire yeah yeah We gon' bring the fire yeah yeah Burn it Burn it up Now burn it up Burn it Burn it up Yeah burn it up We gon' bring the fire yeah yeah We gon' bring the fire yeah yeah (no!) Picture me without fireworks for lungs See forth brains I took glycerine for a tongue Temperature rising as soon as I hit the road Its electrical, my biometric be long and hells too The moment I felt gasoline in the attic Remy went to the basement to get us a box of matches I'm swiveling, turn the flame No worry we dressed the matches We need to burry 'em only ashes, aside the casket! (Aye!) Smoking ashes. No It ain't over We still got blow torches the flame thrower The rap of the city must over fire Straight lines for mines Pow! Holds the front page Remy true to your face Ignite your grills See I'm a fire starter, you a fire a drill Told ya I'm the truth and you lying still I mean, you can't move, you lying still I'm sick, its bad and I'm a rapper I'm ill, I went to the pyro-practer He said "Rem you got a fever, you too hot ain't no one touching you"(Third-degree burn) And you hardly combustible (Boom) We gon' burn it up like Inferno (Boom!) We gon' make it hot like Inferno (Burn!) We gon' bring the fire yeah yeah We gon' bring the fire yeah yeah We gon' make it hot like Inferno (Boom!) You gonna have to open up a window (Burn!) We gon' bring the fire yeah yeah We gon' bring the fire yeah yeah Burn it Burn it up Now burn it up Burn it Burn it up Yeah burn it up We gon' bring the fire yeah yeah We gon' bring the fire yeah yeah (Burn it!)
Writer(s): Rodney Jerkins, Justin Lay, Remy Smith, Desmond Barnes, Brandon Hicks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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