Yeah… Turn that shit up. You smell that? Nah that ain’t smoke… that’s fuego. R. Landstrom in this bitch. If it’s hot, I brought it. If it’s loud, I sparked it. If it’s weak… I torch it. Let’s go. ⸻ Verse 1 Step in the booth like a goddamn arsonist, bars so hot they be meltin’ the cartridge, spit gasoline every time that I spark this, microphone flame when I spit my harshest — fuck being subtle, I come in destructive, lyrical riot I’m built for combustion, every damn syllable dripping with something venomous, reckless, aggressive and blunt as a blunt is — I’m rolling that pressure, the smoke getting thicker, lungs like a furnace, the lighter a trigger, flick of the wrist and the room getting bitter with haze so strong it could knock out a river — motherfuckers talking but none of them touching the fire I’m bringing whenever I’m rushing the rhythm, I’m crushing the limits, combustion of sentences leaving the speakers erupting — shit, I’m volcanic with bars when I start it, every damn beat getting ripped apart quick, leaving the ashes and smoke in the margins, lyrical demons all trapped in the carcass — spit so hot I could blister the pavement, break every rule in the book when I say shit, raw as a knife fight, savage and blatant, filthy as hell and I’m proud I ain’t changing — yeah I got fuego burning in chambers, loading the clip with combustible anger, pull the damn trigger and light up the danger, every damn verse like a bomb in the chamber. ⸻ Hook I got that fuego, flame in the lungs Smoke so thick you could choke on the drums Bars so dirty they blister the tongue Step in my lane get burned where you run I got that fuego, heat in the booth Every damn word is a spark of the truth Fuck what they saying, I’m lighting the fuse R. Landstrom — bringing the heat when I move. ⸻ Verse 2 Yeah the furnace still roaring inside of the brain, ignition whenever I’m gripping the flame, rhythm exploding like propane in rain, every damn bar like a grenade in the game — spit so reckless the speakers start smoking, motherfuckers gasping like oxygen broken, lungs full of thunder and blunts that I’m choking, words like a riot the moment they’re spoken — fuck all the filters I’m raw when I write it, savage and violent with every reciting, spitting profanity mixed with the lightning, microphone burning the second I bite it — venomous cadence, aggressive and crude, middle fingers in the air to the rules, lyrical brawler that came here to bruise every fake motherfucker pretending they move — I’m torching the beat till the waveform shatters, bassline rumble like streets in disaster, every damn verse like a gasoline splatter — matchstick flick and the whole track scatters — yeah I’m the wildfire ripping the forest, smoke in the lungs while the devil applauds it, every damn word got the fire recorded, step too close and your career gets torched bitch. ⸻ Hook (repeat) I got that fuego, flame in the lungs Smoke so thick you could choke on the drums Bars so dirty they blister the tongue Step in my lane get burned where you run I got that fuego, heat in the booth Every damn word is a spark of the truth Fuck what they saying, I’m lighting the fuse R. Landstrom — bringing the heat when I move.
