craculatin', man? Yeah, you got a lot of folks mad last year, man That bitch magna t-shirt buggin' out on stage, yeah, yeah All that shit, man, people got heated
, picture me not ridin' with heat Jump out of the Jeep, clear a nigga out of the street Nobody can creep thirty deep nigga, I'm out of your reach Ain't nothing
before, tried, failed and kicked out the door; the aircrew don't care anymore - not they just wait for the beat of the silk-worm wing, wait for the heat
me nearly frantic I think they're all full of pap History's making, nations are quaking Why sing of stars above For while we are waiting father time
Even the sun's on heat today The whole city getting stiff in the building heat I just want to make contact with you Oh, that's all I wanna do I just
I can tell you The names of the Kingdom I can tell you The things that you know Listening for a fistful of silence Climbing valleys into the shade For
and my game and my life and all thems is just hand downs from my granddaddy lidvens for them whose black folks ever came to here to steal and hustling food stamps for
find I'm waiting for the day to make you mine 'Cause I can't take it This ain't nothin? but a summer jam Bronzed skin and sinnin' and dance, whoa This ain't nothin
m waiting for the day to make you mine 'Cause I can't take it This ain't nothin' but a summer jam Bronze skin and cinnamon tans whoa This ain't nothin
made God cry praying for my downfall This the shit I'm talking bout right here, let me tell you niggas something You can be anything in this World that you want, except for
fallin' up Electric cuz we like charging up We the B.e.peas uh Rhythmic sonic pleaser Getcha hot like fever Boiling (two) hundred degrees ahhhh Your burning up Heats
subtle sweet Perfect puddles deep sleep for worthy burning learned humble feet To whisper misery released shudders huddled in sputtered streaks Rinsed the filth from you heat
, get 'em up Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up We gon' make you move, we gon' make you hot, hot Elbows above your
the Superbowl Keep your mouth on lock Shhhhh I'm awake ha ha I'm cocky on the mic But I'm humble in real life Taking nothing for granted Blessing errthing
top the superbowl, keep your mouth on lock, {Cricket Noises} I'm Awake, haha Im cocky on the mic, but I'm humble in real life, Taking nothing for granted