BANGING beat by BTP productions. My equipment doesn't do this beat justice, sound quality is pretty poor. Read the lyrics though, they make up for it....
The Phlame
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The Phlame
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Lyrics
HEAT, COMEON
HEAT HEAT, HEAT HEAT LIGHTING
Chorus: () x2
Ye ain’t getting with the beat like him
Tight, grip on the mic, white heat like him
(Yeah)
Get down when the clouds slide in
Cause the bass like thunder and he speak lightnin’
(HEAT)
Verse1:
Pitter patter, drizzle splatter
Twist a fatter, sip a natter
He’s the baddest, please get at him
Music dough and he’s the batter
You the pitch and he’s the batter
You the bitch and he’s the maddest
He is tiger, beat’s the caddy
Stuntin like he’s weezy’s daddy
HA, on a BTP joint
I’m a hornet, I got CP3 points
I ain’t stopping scoring
Til it’s P. Diddy coins
Fuck all that whispering
I’m making kelis noise
I’m a freak, jevon kearse flow
Comin over the line, like a monster go
If my mind were blown
My rhymes would hurt mo’
But the heat’s words cold
So I’m chillin like a virgo
Sitting in my perch low
Waitin for the first note
Girls on my tail
Like they just got they purse stole
If hear me on the beat, believe, I’m shiiiinin
Every time I speak, its heat, I’m heat lightnin
Chorus: () x2
Verse2:
Never had wings
But roll fly as I could
Cause I aint never been to church
But I know whats good
And I never been hurt
But I know what could
I always gotta cup
Like I’m protecting my wood
In my neck of the woods
We make it rain when we ball
But if the phlame ain’t playn
Then it don’t rain at all
If you not ready for trouble bitch
Stay in the car
Cause I’m riding with my team
Without a seatbelt on
But if ya see us driving half the speed on the sign
Its prolly cause I’m thinkin half speed in my mind
And I been luring ladies like a fatal attraction
Hands all on my stomach like my abs is a magnet
No snap, no rock, no lean, I’m straight
Clapping my hands, or slap you smack in ya face!
And, I’m so cool I keep ice like omarion
Ignite the light, and I blaze Rastafarian!
Chorus: () x2
Verse3:
Weed and belvy
Keep me healthy
I’m so cool
That you can’t melt me
See your girl
You know she felt me
I need help
She pleased to help me
Need refill?
She please to fill me
Pay with dick
She’s pleased to bill me
So mixed up
Just please distill me
Money clean
But flow is filthy
Crazy cream,
I’m way too silky
The game is screaming
“Please just milk me!”
Sunny gleam
And skin is milky
Way, too smooth
For you to kill me
A Shot or a sip,
Will tip or tilt me
I’m the leaning tower,
At least that’s how they built me
…and you know who’s pimpin
But if the cops show up, then you know who’s dippin
And if you in the mood to get ya whole crew kicked in
I’ll give ya what you want, like a soul food kitchen
Phlame spit game and my fluid is vicious
So its BYOB, Bring Your Own Bitches
Ink so quick that we call it greased writing
So, go go, go go go its heat lighting!
Chorus: ()
HEAT HEAT, HEAT HEAT LIGHTING
