Lyrics:
I got two pale hands up against the window pane
I'm shaking with the heat of my need again
It starts in my feet, reverbs up to my brain
There's
heart is lost to you
My heart is lost to you
Maybe it was the music, the way it moved with your hair
Or the heat of the moment that hung in the air
rap, I'm too deep for that
I lay my lyrics with logic, press the wax
Play it on your tape deck, feel the effect
If you can't take the heat, eject
But
as it gathers in a pool by your feet
You turn up the heat
Tossing and turning, you cannot sleep
Quietly weep, you're in too deep
Five, four, three,
there's someone in my house
(911 dispatch) can you please run by your address for me
(woman) 151 shenedoah, shenendoah
(911 dispatch) ma'am where inside
run by your address for me
151 Shenedoah, Shenendoah
Ma'am where inside the house are you
(Oh my god)
Ma'am where inside the house are you
In my
(Oh, carry her safe to Bethlehem)
(Little gray donkey, tonight)
(A miracle rests on your four small feet)
(Little gray donkey, tonight)
You know
open up boots by watchin' co-op's in convo in condos
Keep the heat up in jeeps, in case y'all creep up on me
I run up on y'all in a cab with
rider rims
If it's me, hell, you can tell by the design on the chrome
Crying on the phone
Ho thinking I'm in love with her
Cause she took me shopping
Your admirers on the street
Gotta hoot and stamp their feet
In the heat from your physique
As you twinkle by mocassin sneakers
And I thought my
been doing this shit for years:
Holding heat, selling
Using, abusing all kinds of drugs;
Robbing niggas, running up in niggas' cribs
You know,
track
Surrounded by the wolves in the wilderness
Liquor piss, slit your wrists so niggas won't get pistol-whipped
Mo' niggas won't get pistol-whipped
Tryna get rich and that cork in right
Grab me the beaker, I'll measure the white
Heat up the water drop it in pot
Baking soda and ice cubes make it
You niggas from the circus I raised by the wolves
& we make our rules we don't play by the book
Life's a game of chess and I'm taking your rook
It's
The life of the one who came
Galilee
He bore grief, and all shame
Galilee
Came him to be
God with us by Galilee
Galilee
Along your rugged shore
Galilee
Him
by making laws to make us hide
But stay and play and work and toil in the heat
Stay on your feet free humanity we're not beat
Don't take a seat we're
started drinkin' beers,
I'm hittin' hookaz by the dozen,
Makin' ya wetter 'cause I fuck better than your husband,
Givin' ya girl back spasms,
Cause G
(Yeah)
(I like this one right here)
(It's got that 26-street feel)
(yeah)
(Saved by his grace I don came up)
(Bought by the blood debt paid up)
(I
it gets worse
Go ahead and crank up the volume inside of your system
It's lev and desh we revvin' up over you big worms
In it with the beat till
the lips, dispatch on em
The trap gone, gotta dip
Big crowd by the ocks, and chino spot
Ain't proud of the pops like Nemo got, either jammed up
God took his
held on when I should've let go
And now I'm Incriminated by my own fingerprints
They think I'm losing my mind but I'm only losing
The part that still
T you end up in the harbour
Inevitably, I'm one of the better MCs
Tentatively they stepping to me
Separated by at least seven degrees
Heaven decrees I got
Mastermind at this shit like I was Yoda
I fizzle and pop like a OG Cola
I'm in Chicago I'm smoking with Sola
We bring the heat down flare solar
Roads to cross ahead with great certainty
It's my way
It's my way
I walk in the sun
It's my way
To feel the heat and fun
It's my way
Nothing's to shun
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