Lyrics:

f/ Ab-Liva, Clipse



[Pharrell]

Nigga, put down ya beer and - snatch up ya chair 'n

A lot of clak up, clak up, street clearin'

First the firing then the siren you'll be hearin'

Your man gotta few heartbeat left they fearin'



[Chorus - Pharrell]

It's me or you, or them or us

Lost to what, them things gon' bust

Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust

I clear the land, 'In God We Trust' nigga

It's the blaze of glory, the blaze of glory

You come in here for these niggaz, the blaze of glory

The blaze of glory, the blaze of glory

You come in here for these niggaz, the blaze of glory



[Pusha T]

EGHCK! fuck ya crews and, who ya choosin'

Critics and news, and all their reviews

The watch jeweled and, VS jewels with

Different hews, of rogues or blues

The street movement, that I move wit

'Hurri's the 'cane' like Miami U

Ya niggaz foolin', whatcha doin

Obviously, you ain't got a clue

It's the blaze of glory

I'm killer in the clutch, like the Lakers' Horry

Wit four seconds left, rappers can't ignore me

Quit stepping on my heel

You fuckers riding my flow, like I'm your training wheels, ugh!

Mind over matter, SL blacker

Sunny days, I might if to think he can't ROOF!

You niggaz fishin, well wishin

Lotta rhyme but still missin' the vision, it's the blaze of glory



[Chorus]



[Ab-Liva]

Sheah, the blaze of glory, rewrite history

Turn pages for me, my story is epic

Hustle in my blood, my story is metric

Bring that O backwards I'm feeling dyslexic

Grew up mis-directed, dark complected

Sometimes no electric, it was hectic

It was harsh, I was awed, I was infected, neglected

At sixteen, I got connected like Tetris

Had the power to zone, turn powder to stone

In any beef, iron drept it, iron tested

Think back, I invested, I assessed it, I reflected

Think back, I was requested by God

I shall lead as I was directed

Demand to be king, I was selected a menacing thing

Defying the odds, the fire with arms

A tyrants evolved, the tyrant is on, so run for ya weapon nigga!



[Chorus]



[Malice]

I'm for that hit rich quick shit, for that quick lick

For that quick Vick fucka, I ain't for the bullshit

I ain't for the small talk, strictly 'bout the ballpark

Figures on my numbers these niggaz is all talk

Niggaz is missin', out on life, I ain't hit him

I ain't sittin 'round thumb-twiddling, I ain't wishin'

No one could ever tell the Malicious I ain't livin'

The home town homies hate my name, I ain't trippin'

I don't retaliate, I don't hate, I obliv' 'em

Jésus 'round my neck, I'ma Christian, I forgive 'em

I was chosen to hold this throne

I held my own, ever since I held that zone

And served it, from all the days I heard mama's curses

Now I put it in verses, it was worth it

Don't let it hurt kid, push a pack, cook a crack

Whatever be the plate, motherfucka get the bank, uh!



[Chorus]