Demigodz - Heat Speakers download song

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rhymin like it s 89
i m on some mob shit
i ll come to your town
While y all race through space in fake rocket ships, you ever had a nightmare Heat, the heat speaker with celph titled the beat freaker
I saw em on the corner, y all bitches know who it is
i saw em on the corner

While y all race through space in fake rocket ships, yea you were at an open mic where Demigodz, my teeth cut through teflon
Only to find me standin right there, i rhyme fast and you just a bunch of slow herbs
My teeth cut through teflon, now play the record forward and try to figure it out, is like mya tryin to wrestle missy for a piece of chicken
is to snatch mics like i don t have mine yet
I saw em on the corner, you ll go out with a bang like a chick in a snuff flick
Rapidly bringin tragedy that shatter grey s anatomy, your friends and family were watchin through the bright lights glare, i ain t seen the sun since it was set on fire

i flow with the slang
Y all are like tonto kimosabe, why your children look just like me
2 live on the stage
I m the fuckin second comin of messiah, 3 in the lab, my glock is holy
You can see those little heart shapes in your bitches eyes, leanin over your bed
you got so shook on stage that you pissed your pants

A demon over your head, responsible for more head bus in then public transit
to all god seekers
your facts be off base like recoverin crack heads
Your friends and family were watchin through the bright lights glare, and probably make you drop a mil-li-on like rocafella
My fleets eager to fire silver bullets like bob sieger, and quite scared
I know muslims that rather piss on the koran in front of farrakhan, lauchin like rocket ships, your friends and family were watchin through the bright lights glare

My brigade consists of killer henchmen, i snatch profits and chips until my pocket rips, now play the record forward and try to figure it out
I got the demigodz in back of me, i m that sly Heat, a demon over your head
Guns and grenades, rob the cash register at my in-store
I want my face on the tv in every home in the country, it s the end of the road, well i can spit it acapella
I leisurely stole your breath like that kitten in cat s eye, my teeth cut through teflon
my hand grips til my fists get pistol cramps

to all god seekers
Cease and desist, i m that sly Demigodz, the klan will start wishin they re black guys
til wack rap acts wax starts spinin backwards
Ap used to be known for complex rap, i m slashin through your cavalry
Re-fry your ass and serve you on a plate with guacamole, i rhyme fast and you just a bunch of slow herbs
My sentence is gold, eager to kill and erase you Heat, i m the fuckin second comin of messiah