It's just another bombtrack. And suckas be thinkin that they can fade this. But I'm gonna drop it at a higher level. 'Cause I'm inclined to stoop down. Hand out some beat downs. Cold runna train on punk ho's that. Think they run the game. But I learned to burn that bridge and delete. Those who compete at a level that's obsolete. Instead I warm my hands on the flames of the flag. As I recall our downfall. And the business that burned us all. See through the news and views that twist reality. Enough. I call the bluff. Manifest destiny. Landlords and power whores. On my people they took turns. Dispute the suits I ignite. And then watch 'em burn. The thoughts of a militant mind. Hardline hardline after hardline. Landlords and power whores. On my people they took turns. Dispute the suits I ignite. And then watch 'em burn. Chorus:. Burn burn yes ya gonna burn. Burn burn yes ya gonna burn. Burn burn yes ya gonna burn. Burn burn yes ya gonna burn. Another flunky radical bombtrack. Started as a sketch in my notebook. But now dope hooks make punks take another look. My thoughts ya hear and ya begin to fear. That ya card will get pulled if ya interfere. With the thoughts of a militant mind. Hardline hardline after hardline. Landlords and power whores. On my people they took turns. Dispute the suits I ignite. And then watch 'em burn. Chorus.