iCON The Mic King
Wildfire

Final Two Verses

You don't pop in my dreams, your the first thought when I wake up,
Were still crossing the maiden line, Im still curious about your make up.
So that, you've known me a few days, been in my presence a few hours,
You seen some of my fastest taction, factions, and moon flowers.
I can't be held accountable, 'cause time aint always countable,
I cross your gaze and sort the blaze, my thoughts amazingly founded you.
Your an arsonist...With an arsenal of arsenic,
Eating through my steel cage, see a flame can chase my starving wick.
I wanna see the world through your eyes, or live trying,
I wanna light your infernal rage, 'cause its thriving.
Incessant melting my essence, molesting my inner child,
Manifesting desire prior to a fire and fit your style.
But you have to think that, you wouldn't spark me accidently,
Im attached to the match you lit, infact in that act of synergy.
What do you think about love at first sight? "Yea, its an infactuation",
Can't it be a plants to seeds for standing tree to bask and raise in.
Produce the oxygen for relationships to breathe,
You can't imagine my lavish landscapes, your painted in the seam.
Im a King, your a Queen...That passively earned the crown,
Im built for that, please believe, won't be damned if you burn me down.

I guess im highly flammable, in need of a flame retarded,
In order to play part if, im to remain regarded.
I suggest I try the manual, if im to portrait the art,
Since sencerity strains the target, and clearly I aint a marksman.
Its funny your response system is the same breed as mine,
So I calculate each step, like God can read your mind.
Playing communication games to see if I have to call you first,
And the times we do talk, I use the words for all the worth.
I overdosed and over did it when im suppose to know the limits,
Now im too confused to move plus I already think were finished.
Im pathetic, bounching with "ifs" mixed with emotions, you,
Big with these notions of you sitting and smoking.
Cloud my brain, drowing rain, dowsed in slame, around the same..time,
I ask if I trust my hearts movements.
Re-examining all of my motives to see if they aren't stupid,
Im avoiding the flame, I might die if im scorched.
And only time can drive what im trying to force,
Untill then, in my heart is where im hiding the torch.
Where im hiding the torch, where im hiding the torch,
Untill then, in my heart is where im hiding the torch..I feel stupid.