(Intro)

Every man has his limit… and when pushed into difficult positions… anybody is capable of anything.
And even the most sane… become willing to defy their beliefs… for the sake of survival.


(Verse 1)

Niggas want static, carpet and wool slippers, I ain't tripping I ain't tipping but grand hustle till pays given.
The rate of living is making this age of killing as it caters to villains, backstabbers with bad intentions.
Say or you mention, what would you do to ensue your survival?
Fill up the clip and then unload it at foes or the 5-0?
What would you die for, pride or murcielagos, it’ll cost you your life though, if you don't choose the right door.
Niggas gripping the four fifth to stop an eviction notice cause they be tired of famine with fam and living in cold ****.
How could you blame em? Backed up into the corner and facing the coroner that's when you see if u born to live.
When you’re torn, and you reaching a man's sanity he's the epitome of the thing that he hated bitterly.
Kill or be killed, eat or be eaten we’re all monsters, the right path to take isn't always the honest.


(Chorus) (2x)

Man on fire, pushed to the limit. The pressure comes make a killer out the timid. Board up the exits, block up the entrance, and watch a **** go ham in an instant.


(Verse 2)

The last robber u saw, could’ve been a father, jobless, living with a kid and impoverished.
Times getting harshest tired of eating garbage, deals with the devil to sever all of the hardships.
Move with caution if you ducking a coffin cause often the ones most close cutting the cloth and they offing niggas and all for another day to live.
Hatred desperation anger gang bangers drug slingers sons’ mothers’ fathers and daughters can all be heartless.
When pushed to the point when their tongues at the parchest the off switch turns on, and the passion and yearns on.
Can make a beast out of the least expected.
The only ones left are the ones that contest with the reaper.
Those with their heart on their sleeve see the blood in the sink and it burns like ether.


(Chorus) (2x)

Man on fire, pushed to the limit. The pressure comes make a killer out the timid. Board up the exits, block up the entrance, and watch a **** go ham in an instant.


(Verse 3)

Inhibitions are non-existent, when you persistent on keeping your living.
Cards rush dealt, Russell Simmons.
For luscious linens, niggas will cut and sin and incinerate any menace in the vicinity instantly.
Law enforcement is out for extortion.
Fighting with no cause and lost like a forfeited orphan.
And most of the horror is, we think that it's gorgeous.
The bloodstains on the wall are adored like they’re portraits.
And most of the source is, the heart of the man.
The evil in us is hidden till it's brought in command.
Then we slaughter and slay any **** caught in the way cause hate's the last emotion that we’re taught to display.
Strip him of pride, shatter his hope, take all his dreams, and see where he goes.
When the times get dire, ain't no man like a man on fire.


(Breakdown)

Man on fire, aint no man like a man on fire.


(Chorus)

Man on fire, pushed to the limit. The pressure comes make a killer out the timid. Board up the exits, block up the entrance, and watch a **** go ham in an instant.