Lyrics:
Grotesquely swollen by the heat
A half-burned corpse hanging naked
A stream is poisoned by the dead
In the ghostly light, debris of war
Lead us
The beat’s like no other
It’s heat like the summer
I was raised in the streets too
But I wasn’t bein’ a runner
I wanted them beats that was butter
So I could
hanging out the Cutlass letting off shots
Bill Clinton gettin' head, you buggin', you think I'm not
Donald Trump ain't safe on my block, gotcha your
the heat to these rap dudes, whatever let me know who's bitchin
And your security as pussy as you are
The burners come out, his big ass be the first
snobby little pig snot nose
You think you're hot shit cause you're in heat
Well, bitch, if you're solar, then I'm your polar opposite, dog
Cause I'm
Leave it to us to manufacture the glass house to display your ripped up rag dolls.
Well it's no secret, we all want a cigarette and coffee break.
in her eye
And I thought it said
When you look round to see me
You turn right in your bed
The warmth of my body will heat you
Make your blood
dirty
With the heat in my hand
Stay bumpin when I'm swervin
All days to the curbin
Wonderin why the bottle keeps turnin
I'm creepin and callin your
hours of repetition, emulatin' class with music compositions
Do your homework with precision
By nine-o-clock she collapses in a heat of dizziness
But
I guess them pretty blue skies up in Gwinnett County got a disguise
I guess your eyes see us on that map and make you think we ain't a trap
But I'm
around and flip it, shit on your whole album wit a snippet
Run up on your lawyer for your contract then rip it
Shame on your label, for trying to let you
up
While your posted in position by the speaker
Yu could be out on the floor with Tamika tryin' to freak her
Peter better go grap Janet
And don't
bought, why you got flaws
[Chorus]
[Mr. Sancho]
I'll catch you by surprise
Make tears come out your eyes
Send chills up and down your spine
We won't stop
Dark eyes on a dangerous face you are a beautiful killer
We pass by the same old place you are a (beautiful killer)
You don't have a life, you have
blue Pampers in a coma, and
Your family now moan, look, 70 pounds gone
A little fuck, shriveled up with a hospital gown on
(We holdin' it down holmes)
this the round table nigga
If you can't stand the heat get your punk ass up out the kitchen
I'm in this mother fuckin'
This is my house in
(hah)
I know the club got enough niggas (huh!)
To slap your face, expert, who the next jerk, to make me
Exert heat? FUKKIT, let me network!
Ha-hah!
the K
Yeah, that's the good life
And where we come from, loc, that's the hood life
Where your mama and daddy
Throw the set up out the moon while they
Got this tank on my neck, got my tech. on deck
I slap raps at your caps and try to make my snaps
Nick-Nack patty-wack big happy sack, the dealer is
up until your man come home
Popping these pills feel like a rolling stone
Oh you worried 'bout me girl I didn't know
Mom I'm sorry if I don't make it
the breeze
Look in your eyes, the wind is nice
Look at the sky, it's floating by
Look in the air, it's always there
Look at the sky, it's floating by
Look
our toes turned numb
Returned to the shore near the fire for heat
By the lake with you is where I wanna be
The lake was calm not a wave insight
Your
Smoothed by time
Polished by those famous feet
Your hand inside mine
Holding fast to the wonderment
At the starlit night
At the starlit night
We gazed
The pain reflected glamorizing stayin wrecking scandaled lives
The name gets laughs, the words amaze the fame and grammys standing by
The shift within
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