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Heat
197
Hip-Hop/Rap
Heat was released on March 20, 2007 by Hieroglyphics Imperium as a part of the album Over Time
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Release DateMarch 20, 2007
LabelHieroglyphics Imperium
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM90

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hieroglyphics
Hieroglyphics
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hieroglyphics
Hieroglyphics
Songwriter

Lyrics

Yeah, so like I was sayin', man
We need to like make some shit like
To where they can really know like
What it be like, where I be at
And so I'm gon' bang that
I'm gon' swing that
I'm gon' shake that
Check it out, bro
One of those
I mean you get your dogs on the lock with Jon
They got way more angles than a octagon
I'm gonna rock ya like it's Chaka Khan
Yeah, these **** blowin' up, but they not the bomb
That's why I ought to
Keep it hot with no monotony
Properly rockin' the spot, that's how it got to be
Stoppin' me might get you popped, this ain't democracy
I could be startin' a hip-hop Monopoly, now
Your tympanic, I got stretched somethin' ridiculous
But don't panic, 'cause I possess methods mellifluous
And hypnotic, and I'll bet you gon' get into this
Your head's noddin', and now that's not a coincidence
The despotic feel they best when crushin' insolence
The Masonic wants your death or utter ignorance
So based on this, I take steps to remain vigilant
And make an honest livin' usin' precision instruments
I condone microphones
Strike your dome with hyper poems and splice you open
Twice as dope than most MCs
Roast MCs, who is they supposed to be?
I'm one of the most cunning, compulsive
Oh so swift to flip, notes adrift
My mind's ocean of endless stupendous brain benders
Came in this industry to end this
Monotony hinders progress
So I express, deliver the best to give it a rest
In excess of enough to replace the waste with quality grace
Follow me to a place unknown, mind blown
I gotta be on my own
I can't rely on no company to be pumpin' me
That's why I don't sell my ass to get written or walk the path
We get in where we fit in with precision and class
So bet your last money, it's gonna be a stone gas, honey
If the beast don't catch your ass
Runnin' away, hey, nerves is frayed when these verbs are sprayed
Energy surges, reverberate disturbance
I condone microphones
Strike your dome with hyper poems and splice you open
Twice as dope than most MCs
Roast MCs, who is they supposed to be?
Bring on the beast wars, I'll leave your teeth sore
Each score invented, Tempted MCs precede exploration
Destination, rhyme wonderland
Get under your skin like a bee stung your hand
Wait for one to land and make a hundred grand, understand?
Recalculating while you over there palpitating
Dull face and foes well capable
Take a pose in the tournament, you're sure to get a tourniquet
Certified, fortified, leavin' MCs mortified
Left you rivals in self-denial, I hope you try, though
Fry your eyes with cybertainment, I'll arrange it
Eat a rapper up like a danish
Pain is in the mind and I'll show you
As I thrust these electromotives through your nervous tissue
Which will blow you off the map, you soft as pap
You still doin' that pop rap? You need to get off that
I condone microphones
Strike your dome with hyper poems and splice you open
Twice as dope than most MCs
Roast MCs, who is they supposed to be?
I know your guns will smoke and give a fuck
Get struck by the human lightning rod, unprovoked
I'm quiet and shy, makin' love to beautiful
Puerto Rican women in NY, back to killer cat lie
Makin' rappers backslide 'til they capsize
Baptize the mic with the holy water, purify
The devilish tools that fake rappers use
To embellish they favors, that's why they got blown out they shoes
Front page news, crews get obliterated
By the innovative prodigy, gotta be
None other than the undercover man, Oak Lindsey
Flows knock out foes like Jack Dempsey
A true MC down to the cartilage
Rip apart the stage like Sid Vicious and the Sex Pistols
Wet whistles, the fire water vocalist
Ever clear to your ear, Oak spit that potent shit
Rockin' it after us is blasphemous
Probably smokin' crack and some dust
Too wack to bust, I'm fabulous
Man, you just need to quit it, I can't stand too much
Lyrics'll have you crutch, brand new crutch
Scandalous, so remember that the man is plush
Eat you and your man for lunch
Have you touch my city where the land is plush
Cali product for the grandest rush, hash and blunts
I ain't knowin' too much about Cristal and Moet
But independent shit got my chips pilin' and growin'
Wack **** is old with that rigmarole
Outta here like a minute ago with your pitiful flows
I bust your collar with your probes on the Globetrotters
Polysyllabic auxilliary, bust your cold bodies
Got your follicles hot as melted wax or fresh polish
My reconnaissance of sonics demolish your role models
Juggernaut onslaught, blast off like rocket launchers
The nickel slick articulate, hieroglyphic subconscious
Wield cosmic, bright like Phoenix, so ingenious
With coordinated audio frequencies through your helix
Like CAT scan, hit harder than grand slams on the Tascam
With megawatts surge, converge, then crack dams
Jackhammerin' inanimate MCs crash land
Fuckin' with this miraculous immaculate Black man
And that's that
Written by: Hieroglyphics
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