Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #4,103
Peak in subgenre #1,995
Uploaded
December 01, 2005
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.2 MB • 128 kbps • 2:23
Lyrics
Dodge, duck
Move, Aim
(the) Heat is building, see the blue flames
the glock busts,
abuse, maim
(the) the heat is killing, fools / lames
Drop cuts
crews slain,
the heat is drillin ~ str8 thru brains
choose life
choose pain
One round left
Neva gonna lose -again
Aggression consumin, the wessun is boomin, flows deep like im blessin your woman
your chest is in ruins, Call me black and decker~ its with the best that your screwing
Fools grin steppin to win, give a lesson thru schoolin', its like your invisible ~ the tech is gettin right thru him
your family will be stressin n soothing, all the rest will be like well we never knew him!
Stretch you to limits of ya capacity like condoms on elephants dicks as they blast the seed
ye i'm nasty g, got it locked with the shots, now sundance kid an call me Butch Cassidy
pass the heat, cover your palms asbestos deep and u wont be able to grab it after me,
your sinkin if your steppin, i've a distinction for armageddon, Its Sledge~ but i'm never slippin for a second
Fuck up your face so bad..i'll pass you a picture of Jacko and u'll think its your reflection,
dont go trippin with a weapon..or you might fall foul like a chicken in a dead run!
I'm never backward when it comes to red-rum, U say i lost~ the world says sledge~won
i'm a killer be quiet before i leave more than ya head stung, Battle me~ you'll fail to comeback like Rev -Run!
Dodge, duck
Move, Aim
(the) Heat is building, see the blue flames
the glock busts,
abuse, maim
(the) the heat is killing, fools / lames
Drop cuts
crews slain,
the heat is fillin~your brain
choose life
choose pain
One round left
Neva gonna lose -again
Pass the heater, watch me trash ya speakers ~ you show me one emcee thats Uniquer
and i'll out rap with ether, Now attach the cleaver and watch me slash this beaver
COZ I'LL BE DAMNED IF ANY EMCEE CAN KICK FACTS AND DEEPER!
pistol whippin, missiles hittin...ICU in crtical condition, with precision i slit your wrists then
puncture your artery with only a split pen....and keep hittin and scriptin til the ink blends with your flow..no u can be spitten sickness!
your drifting n listless, finish with this hex and then diminish the witness, leave haters punch drunk..cynics are legless
lame and limper than Biscuit of Fred Is, drop 20 prozack in ya mouth your fed~kid...now u the only thing u got in common with the tech is
YOU KNOW THE MEANING OF A DEPRESSED SHIFT!
dont cum up to me with legs split, tie your ears to ya feet, cut your head from ya shoulders and shout
MOTHA FUCK YA HEAD-TRIPS!
most emcee are like last minutes of a film~ at your end is the only time u'll see credits!
