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Hot Base
10
Underground Rap
Hot Base was released on April 17, 2026 by Dozito's way Llc as a part of the album Hot Base - Single
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Release DateApril 17, 2026
LabelDozito's way Llc
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM56

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Doza The Drum Dealer
Doza The Drum Dealer
Programming
The 17th Cipher
The 17th Cipher
Assistant Programming
Mar
Mar
Rap
IAMGAWD
IAMGAWD
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Orlando Charriez Jr
Orlando Charriez Jr
Composer
Michael Allen Rutledge
Michael Allen Rutledge
Songwriter
Tobias West
Tobias West
Songwriter, Arranger
Harmoni Equality
Harmoni Equality
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Doza The Drum Dealer
Doza The Drum Dealer
Producer, Mastering Engineer, Assistant Editing Engineer
Doc Da Mindbenda
Doc Da Mindbenda
Engineer

Lyrics

I never cease to amaze
I'm like hot bass in the pot
Locked in like the keys to the cage
Might rock a gi on the stage
Chiefing on haze
Won't make me put the champagne down
And unsheathe in the blade
I don't bow down to the gods that you heathens appraise
I up that iron and put a crease in your waves
I'm a demon enraged
Guess I'm uneven in ways
Connect dots like Krillin in search of a happy ending
A happy feeling to see through the maze
Some trees in the gauge
Cams on the gutter for the yams and the butter
Get gutted for the pape, shit a piece of the page
Who want pie in the sky when **** ain't
Got a slice to slide and put pizza away
Cut the lights off and the gas off too
And the stamps off too
We ain't eating some days
In the studio tryna find something decent to say
To increase in the wage
So what's the scheme for the day?
And what's the goal for the week?
Shit a **** could be gone in some months
I'd rather be on for some years
Ten carat stones in the ears
No hands on when I steer
Blanc Sauvignon by the case and I spent parmesan on the gear
Spend it like Frank Kirk John with the .44 alarm
Dripping grey poupon everywhere
Put your motherfucking palms in the air
I'm about to drop a bomb up in here
Stirring 80s vermin, my presence disturbing the calm in the air
Don't get caught in an alarming affair
I know a couple savages that keep a hot Glock
While you let your arm rest like the arm on a chair
This is modern warfare
But if a shooter taking you off here
Ain't no way you can respawn and appear
I represent the city where the wind blow
Shorties rather be a King Von than a Kimbo
Days is the darkest and the babies born heartless
So they quick to blow a cartridge like
They tryna play an old school Nintendo
Damn
Young mothers with young babies they barely raising
This mind gone, this heart cold, this belly aching
Not a bit of control over the hell he placed in
Hard to imagine or fathom the hell he raising
Surgical flows, spit ether that'll hurt a few souls
Like pulling up on your block in a drop convertible Rolls
I murder you hoes
Ain't doing shit concerning your goals
If I call you a stain that don't mean there's dirt on your clothes
But I'll leave a **** six feet deep
If he think it's sweet like a Rice Krispie Treat
Test Mar, I am God, that's a risky feat
Slide on your freak show to make the bitch skeet skeet
Written by: Michael Allen Rutledge, Orlando Charriez Jr
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