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Heater
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Heater was released on June 25, 2019 by Just us League as a part of the album Through the Static - EP
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Release DateJune 25, 2019
LabelJust us League
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM96

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ekoh
Ekoh
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ekoh
Ekoh
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
All The Sauce
All The Sauce
Producer
Flips Rockwell
Flips Rockwell
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
See, every fuckin' thing I write I know the fans love it
You sound like everybody else, just a drop in a bucket
Fuck it, nothin' can stop me, this shit inevitable
Never go up against someone who might be impenetrable
That's a no no, I don't know though
Y'all asleep, let's grab the No Doz
Walkin' off like Sam and Frodo, I'ma keep it on the low, low
You a flop, solo, I'm a rhyme crusher
A fuckin' dyin' breed, yeah I'm a blockbuster
I be on my shit, they like, "There he go again"
Don't battle me, mothafucka, see, I ain't got no friends
I don't got no hobbies, homie, all I got is time
And I won't hesitate to spend a weekend on a single line
See, I'm a fickle bitch, don't let me hit the switch
I will go off on any beat, just listen to Pickle Rick
And I make it look simple, but see, it really isn't
Imagine Neil deGrasse Tyson talkin' 'bout astrophysics
Fuck it, it's back to business, makin' some rash decisions
If you wanna get to me, you gotta cross some burnin' bridges
Vision with skill to meet it, homie, respect the booth
I'm Kevin Feige on the beat, buildin' my MCU
[Verse 2]
'Cause this is like my own universe, you know what I'm sayin'?
[Verse 3]
Yeah, I'm probably the next, I
Don't really give a fuck about the industry like all the rest try
To follow me, I can promise you'll be left in the dust
And I'ma leave your family cryin' more than watchin' This Is Us
Heavily hated 'cause some people really think I made it
But I barely sell and never get noticed in public places
I'm tryna pop like it's a bottle of champagne in faces
Man, I'm on the up and up, and your career's Nicholas Cage's
Woo, it's hella spacious sittin' at the top
And I like watchin' all the faces when the music drops
You're Michael Bay, I'm Chris Nolan with Interstellar's plot
And you couldn't afford a fuckin' seat up on my train of thought
Yeah, deal with it when I be up on the mic and I'm killin' it
Fillin' the verse with the skill and you're feelin' it
Know that I always be keepin' the real and it's just
Simply the etiquette, when I be up on the beat and I'm gettin' it
Better step back and show respect 'cause this is party time, excellent
[Verse 4]
Yeah, its my world, this set, this shit knocks
I'm the bomb, you might find me up in Obama's mailbox, uh
Keep the opinions to yourself, pimpin'
Listen to lyrics, get that mumble shit out of your system
The only time I see some paint that's on my whip drippin's
When I'm dippin' into an eighth of some psilocybin, trippin'
Ay, lovin' the way, every day
They just keep talkin', I'm lookin' at them
I'm goin' in like MGK and Eminem
Pick up the pen, I'm a modern day miracle of sorts
Turn the flame on, and they marvel, I am the Human Torch
Keep talkin' dreams, but you're scared to get off your stupid porch
And I just made a livin' off puttin' the cart before the horse
And you support the shit, thank you, I'm feelin' fortunate
They said the boy is sick, like my head's in a bowl of porcelain
I'm bored of writin' songs, so I'm buyin' a Ouija board
And conjurin' a spirit, startin' a band of some zombie corpses
If I get ahold of Chester, Mac Miller, Avicii, and Aretha
Prodigy, and Lil Peep, we'll only play clubs in Ibiza
Y'all claim woke, but y'all still sleepin'
You must be jokin', Joaquin Phoenix
Shouts to Tech, your shit's great
Rewind and play, this shit might be a boomerang
A rock star without the fame, I'm a mosh pit
Fuckin' your universe up, I'm Rian Johnson
Back to the nonsense, bitch, please don't kill my vibe
I only love my bed, my mom, and, fuck it, never mind
[Verse 5]
Yeah, and now we're hearin' record label talks
See, they don't open doors, I am the one who knocks
We used to spend entire days playin' Tony Hawk
And now the nerds from in your class are the ones that are gettin' jocked
I'm takin' Joyner, G-Eazy, and Logic
Sage, Slug, Vinnie Paz, Futuristic, and Hopsin
Mix some emo shit, some anger, some angst, and some comics
And then you got me, seventy-two bars droppin'
[Verse 6]
Yeah, go back and count 'em
There'll still be someone in the comments section talkin' shit
That's cool, man, I get it, I love you
Written by: Ekoh
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