Kardinall Offishall Quest For Fire (featuring Solitair) Lyrics

Quest For Fire (featuring Solitair) Lyrics

[Kardinal Offishall]



Yes I see how you are smiling in my face you know what I'm saying



Settin' fire to my back, I see that you know what I mean



I love it though, I love it, you know what I'm saying



My enemies make me stronger, hahahahahahaha



Well I'm on a mission



Van Gogh your ass, so y'all listen



Nigga, there ain't no fire if we don't start the ignition



Throw some bullets at your feet



Show you what ya missing, listen I hope for black love without wishing



I murder the track and go neck to neck without kissing



I'm ducking from the wack flows, calling it dis-missing



Big money in the hook, cats is loot fishing



Nigga's adding ones like they was mathematicians



Four plus y'all equals more without addition, listen



Cooking up plans in a da kitchen



Too many chefs leads to nuff cats bitching



Love in a we face behin' we back yuh teet' kissin



Whether you're garbage or not is not my decision



Before you check it deep, you have to make the incision



Nuff cats are slated for great things



But if yuh nuh lick shot for love



Well den murda we bring



Murdaaaaaaah...



CHORUS [Saukrates & Kardinal]



We see you crab rappers everyday



Praying for a shot to be lead astray



We buss back with the love attack



And add fuel to the fire, fire, fire, fire



We see you crab rappers everyday



Praying for a shot to be lead astray



We buss back with the love attack



And add fuel to the fire, fire



Come and see me nigga!



[Solitair]



I was charged for murdering the track without touching



Filling the track with hot lead without bussin'



No discussion nigga talk without fussing



But F---, I ain't answering another damn question



It's just a matter of telecommunication



Freaking the three bands of frequencies, frequently



I frequently gather frequent flyer miles



I be freaking the same chick that you're admiring



The same G, ask them niggas around me



The P maybe free, but my tracks cost money



I might talk funny, but this nigga is no dummy



Now cough up my dough before I have to call Sunny



Switch switchblades, to switch hand grenades



I switch when a bitch nigga misses my payday



y'all are concurring, when I'm running in succession



Quick to flow whenever the mic is in session



CHORUS



[Kardinal Offishall]



For crying out loud, you get hard knock detention



Your outside is smiling, but what's your intention



F a judge and stil get an honourable mention



Tell ya peace and love without both my fists clenching



Raps with real flows real re-invention



Chat on wicked tracks, add new dimensions



New cliques, gang bang causing old tensions



Niggas in the streets with swords like street fencing



For these record labels nuff rap cats is Benson



From these old street cats, I took a lesson



Never like groupie hoes hanging in my session



Rolling over weak cats in one succession



Who's up next, we got nuff headz guessing



Brothers feel the heat without Smith or Wesson



Wrote the blue prints nigga, why you testing



The dot when it's obviously us who's best and shit



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