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I said I'm never living like this
Here we go, heat the knife
- Maybe end up dead
Notice, everyone's a little red
Could it be? Could it be?
Could it

I love to kiss on the bitches with bad breath
And choke her by the neck while
I just fuck her to death

Now tell me (What?) do you love me?
(Huh?)

Yea, yoo
Yo Mitch you ready for this one dummy
This finna be a hot summer nigga, yea
Visions of me dreaming on that center stage
So much heat up in

up da heat

i seen some things, that'll make da blind man weep

i ain't have to push weight, but know what be up in these streets

death or in jail is

I'm not the only one who feels this way, right
I'm feeling uneasy, scared, anxious
Okay, fires, floods, drought, extreme heat
Rage, hate, violence,

need the whole leaf
(Khalifa, what up)
I buy big cars, need the whole street
5 cars, niggas 4 deep
One hot car with goons all in cold heat
I’m a Porsche

in the streets Nigguh
And that's death or jail

I've been thuggin in these streets they ain't for you
I'm just trynna find my peace and that's so true

Passionate words
Birthed from the beat of the streets
Stanzas soaked in soul
Prose moved by rhythm

It hits different
When a verse rises
From

the devil that's in my mind
He tells me life down there could be so beautiful
I'm feeling the high and I'm feeling the heat
'Cause this is where I've

you ever seen a vortex in the sea
Feel the deck shake 
Take a seat little sailor
Sweat runs 
A dead heat follows
I break the hull in three four five

Ghost, that's my family tree
That trio couldn't be beat by the 2010 Miami Heat
I don't need liqueur, my savior is the proof
That's the truth so I'm a put

you just
Take the lead
And i hope
That one day the stars would align, maybe by then you'll be mine
But for now i'll just be leaving this song for you

Let's put the heat on

. . . but no fire or ice, their absences suffice.
The nights now will be long and cold, with a silence like you've never known
cnd

subterranean in mud
Off-shore banks tanks approach the location
Bombed by the circle of death formation
Communication lines are sniped from
These low altitude

a tool
And I always play it cool
I don't play by no mother fucking rules
Now check this out
Because that spot in the lot
That's a handicap, mentally
Not

she flashing me her ass
I hit it from the back till her spine snaps in half
Bruce Lee, Fist of Fury
Dragon kick these bitches to the death
Ain't no

feel alone
On the day of New Year's Eve
Tell me why'd you have to leave?
As the days go by
I think, why'd you have to die?
Most of the time
I can deal

We at it for better or worse
I get all my checks on the first
Fresh to death i pull up in a hearse

Gas too loud she under the influence

Crash

go
Im big bad speech im coming with defeat
Words are weapons i dont need no heat
Screaming out and letting go
Of everything ive ever known
Take a seat,

who got my back Recognize the talent
Cause mad niggas think they rap But they lack the passion
I blast with the heat of draggins you niggas dragging

who got my back Recognize the talent
Cause mad niggas think they rap But they lack the passion
I blast with the heat of dragons you niggas dragging

the darkness you go
Defying the dangers ahead
In search for silver and gold
Driven by greed

Chorus
Upon his treasure lies the creature rare
A sleeping beast

streets we got the beats to bring tha heat to ya nation and….

Chorus
The haters- Layin down on
The haters- They bitin’ our sound
The haters – They talkin

The Soulforged

Blind Guardian

Live

2003

immortalized, disease and agony
And I see death through golden eyes
Beyond the door there's something more
It seems there's just one way

On through the heat