Burn it out   [Bridge: Swel Boogie]   Not it's about that time   It's time to wild out, it's time to wild out   Nigga is you out your mine?   Comin' up in my house, runnin' up in my house   I'm about to stop and go   and if you want beef, come on, we knockin' out teeth   I'm about to drop my flow   and if you want beef, come on, we knockin' out teeth   [Verse One: Swel Boogie]   Arsonists' next sh*t, ya gots to accept it   Wannabes get hit and get thrown out the exit   with a kick in the ass, rugged Timberland boots   In this game you won't last, you ask veteran troops   They got stories to tell, the battle legends of Swel   Climbin' to the top, never made it and FELLLL   Oh well, not a happy ending, what you was expectin'?   Every man for themself so it's my own that I'm protectin'   "Get lost bro!" the boss told, you, if you cross roads   you end up at the +crossroad+ with Bone Thugs   You bone thugs heard you flame on   That's the closest you gettin' to fire just to stay warm   Hot shot but not so hot, ayo Money, (this is me) and you ain't claimin' no spots   I'm holdin' it down and I know exactly what to give 'em   Dope beats, dope rhymes, dope cuts and dope rhythm   [Chorus 2x: Swel Boogie]   Now when you put us in your system, we goin' burn it out   Now when we get up on the stage, we goin' turn it out   Now what we want y'all to do is just scream and shout   First you scream "WHAT!", the you shout "PYRO!"   [Verse Two: Swel Boogie]   I ain't tryin' to hear the third that and this, catchin' fits   Shakin' breakin' backs-n-ribs, now choose one, smack or fist   You soft, snap your wrist (Swel you fool), nah understand I'm amped and   p*ssed   So place your bets 'cause them garbage kids ain't passin' me   And I don't make threats or promises, I'm guaranteed   or your album's back and watch my styles attack   I got new friends, some of the old pals was wack   They didn't know how to act, they sayin' sh*t that's uncalled for   And gettin' gased up, knocked and opened the wrong door   Unlike my crew and I on top bookin' them strong tours   You underhand sort of like pitchin' them softballs   Get outta here with your baby league and watch me blaze the beat   My sense of reflex is at a crazy speed, even fast for light time   Blast raw of them hype rhymes   cause these short 16 bars will last more than a lifetime   (Chorus 2x)