Lyrics:
Know your place in the human race
And blast heat on enemies of freedom I pray
I pray today to raise the heat to slay
The beast when I slay this beat
this shit dun, it's nothin' to laugh at
I hops in the V, grabs the heat and I stash that
I'm in tune with Doc, Pac, and Huey, it's a rap.
I traveled
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
the afterlife, tiring blood of hope
Steel, heat, death, took all of me
No more heroes of inferno, bloody dawn on a death blow, parting trials of war
Slaying
Journalist:
The Heat Ray ?
Artillery man:
The Martians !
They were inside the hoods of the machines they'd made
Massive metal things on legs !
Giants machines
Turn me up, Resonated
West, west, y'all
West, west, y'all
'Til the death, y'all
Don't give a fuck if it’s been
Me against them all, play on our own
Alright, okay
How you feel?
Feeling great
What ya want?
I wan' do it to death, what's up wit' you?
You know my steez
True indeed
Say it loud
Black
crooks
Scared to death, scared to look, they shook
'Cause ain't no such things
As halfway crooks
Scared to death, scared to look
Livin' the life that
(watching people)
Heat, fire, death
Heat takes my life
(watching people)
The witch must die
Twenty six years after this painful death
Judgement admitted
It's all God, it's all God, yeah
And though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I keep that peace around my hip and keep the "t" around
All the chaos and confusion
Sometimes I feel like I'm losing
It's the inner me, fighting inner peace
I can feel the heat like its 3rd degree and it's
and OE
I shoot a slug off of weak
And making sure my shit heat
Save your death certificate receipt ‘cause
Life don’t come cheap
About five thousand G’s
of smith and wessons
Who got the heat yeah who got the juice
Who got the gas yeah I promise it ain't you
Who got the heat yeah got the juice
You awoke
Mall
Death is hardware pre-installed
On Halloween by impulse you replace your razor blades with Reese's
Pieces choosing orgasm the drawn-out female way
afraid of death
Yeah, he's been to that place
But Voorheezy by your side, you know you're safe
You know you're safe
You know you're safe
Mothafuckas
the place of lumber
No phone number for weeks
Inadequate water and heat
In government-funded projects, surrounded by bumpy streets
In heat that seeps
Beneath
(Ayy P.A Edited This Una)
All of this money is nuttin to me
Flashbacks to days getting dussed by the Ds
Play your position don’t change on these
won
A cold soul melted by the heat of rising suns
I'm a jack of all trades but a master of none
Can't save face so I think I'll cut my losses and run
How much pain till a nigga get a break
No Time for the liers and the fakes
How much pain till a nigga get a break
All heat for the craz and the hate
They can use they dick for a pencil
I'm known for snatchin' purses
And bombin' churches
I get more pussy by accident than
Most niggas get on purpose
I
rocks and stay subliminal
'Cause young niggas is hardheaded, they letting off
Full of adrenaline, ignorant to what death can cause
Ain't no coming
crooks
Scared to death and scared to look, they shook
'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death and scared to look
Living the live
of death
Where all the bastards go
Do not let yourself be intimidated by black haze
Because now will cover your soul
The streets bleeding and the people
A Many Membered Family Starts To Awake,
Set Off For Work
Before The Sun Touches The Sheet Metal House
And Heats It Up, Heats, Heats, Heats It Up
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