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First Heat
594
Hip-Hop/Rap
First Heat was released on October 25, 2005 by Delicious Vinyl as a part of the album The Loneliest Punk
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Release DateOctober 25, 2005
LabelDelicious Vinyl
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM99

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fatlip
Fatlip
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Printz Board
Printz Board
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Printz Board
Printz Board
Producer

Lyrics

How many times 'til it's on point?
'Til it's on point
Man...
'Ight...
'Ight, we gon' come back on it, and, uh... you know
Make it happen for real
You know, in a way, a real way, you know
Yo
Fat Leezy, Fat Leezy
Yeah, ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha
Let the games begin, I came to win, reclaim my name again
We got a lot of time to spend, blame the hands for the frame of mind I'm in
"What the fuck you doing, man?" I can't call it
I frolic in Hollywood like a alcoholic
Fallin' all over, bar brawlin'
I used to be ballin'
Now it's all cigarette, no filter
Livin' at moms still 'cause I tricked a million
Should've been buildin'
Instead, I spend bread on head from hoes
Hundred dollars a pop to shed they clothes
Back and forth to the spot to cop the O's
Didn't stop 'til I blood clot my nose
You know how it goes
I'm feeling mighty dozed
Think I'm not mistakin'
This take and rhyme is in the makin'
Now we will see who real and who fakin'
Y'all asleep and I shall awaken
Ladies shakin', b-boy's breakin'
Radio station, heavy rotation (Yeah)
Got no time to be wastin' (Yeah)
On drinkin', drugs and ho chasin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Line for line, each rhyme sublime
Rep for the west end to test the time
In my prime, a legend in my own mind
On my grind, in front, not behind
Fuck a bitch, let me find my niche
Then I can have all kind when I get rich
But for now, my style is just filthy
Diggin' ditches underground is the foundation that built me
I'm deep-rooted
Hip hop apostle out to get looted
Respect is saluted
In time, I meant this perfected by students
Forget the rhetoric
A veteran in the game, remain a step ahead of it
Far from irrelevant
Hell-a-bent from cocaine but brain remains intelligent
Think I'm not mistakin' (Yeah)
This take and rhyme is in the makin' (Ahh)
Now we will see who real and who fakin' (Yeah, who fake? Who fake?)
Y'all asleep and I shall awaken
Ladies shakin', b-boy's breakin' (Can't see me)
Radio station, heavy rotation (Fat Leezy)
Got no time to be wastin' (Uh)
On drinkin', drugs and ho chasin' (Yeah, yeah)
Intergalactic with my tactic
All of a sudden, hoes attracted, say "Oww"
Y'all faggots can't fuck with Fatlip
The black thing from my jacket go "Blaow"
Flip flow, acrobatic backflip
I'm back at this, so get to this now
Right now is show time, get dough time
Hit it one more time, then I'm out
Y'all on the wrong route
Tryin' to cross me, say I won't go all out
Hit the ball like a bounce on some foul shit
Swear to God, man, I can't allow this
Time to get this bus-i-ness back in order
Cash get longer instead of shorter
Now, it's my turn to eat, release the heat
Mission complete when I burn the street
Think I'm not mistakin' (Yeah)
This take and rhyme is in the makin' (That's right)
Now we will see who real and who fakin' (Comin' back at it)
Y'all asleep and I shall awaken (Like a crack addict)
Ladies shakin', b-boy's breakin'
Radio station, heavy rotation
Got no time to be wastin' (Never get enough)
On drinkin', drugs and ho chasin' (Yeah)
Think I'm not mistakin'
This take and rhyme is in the makin'
Now we will see who real and who fakin' (Woo)
Y'all asleep and I shall awaken
Ladies shakin', b-boy's breakin'
Radio station, heavy rotation (Yeah, yeah)
Got no time to be wastin' (Uh)
On drinkin', drugs and ho chasin'
Written by: Fatlip, Printz Board
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