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Common - Heat Lyrics

Heat Song Lyrics
Heat by Common F/ jaydee

[common]
Yeah, one two..
Yeah, where my nigga jay dee?
Where ya at? (yeah!)
(oooh, you say you got guns, then bring that sh*t) what?
(you say you got ones, then bring that sh*t
Cause you need a lot more ones and guns for this) what?
(to get my man see we bout to spit some) hot sh*t
Yeah, one two..
Bout to spit that, hot sh*t
Huh.. whoo! yeah..
Turn it down nigga, hot sh*t
Yeah.. (oooh)

Messenger in the metropolis; +apocalypse+ here and +now+
Niggaz know the ledge, so they don't come near the style
I appear in clouds on some heaven to earth sh*t
Fake niggaz drown the deeper the verse gets
Deep as a skinny girl's cunt - I surface with the purpose
To let y'all niggaz know the demo
Voice is a instrument that's monumental
You couldn't f**k with the style if you was a nympho
Raised in the temple of chi, taught to look into the eye
I identify with dobbs and weaves, and niggaz makin moves
That bob and weave, and niggaz with jobs on the side sell weed
I feed off the hunger that a bum or abandoned child gets
Freaky, like marv albert, in outfits, by chaka givens
I lecture how I got God but don't got religion
Got a clip for these niggaz on the net, sellin my sh*t
Let's just say you ramone and I'm spit
In a habitat of cadillacs and battle raps
And people that travel at the speed of need
Never agree with the ways of the world
Cats say anything - like they say to they girl
How you bringin it when you sit indian style?
Niggaz know me as com it's time hear me go wild
With hot sh*t, yeah..
Hot sh*t, yeah, one two..
Came to bring it boy

(you say you got guns, then bring that sh*t
You say you got ones, then bring that sh*t
Cause you need a lot more ones and guns for this) what?
(to get my man see we bout to spit some) hot sh*t
What? no doubt.. hot sh*t!

[common]
Old men see visions young men dream dreams
I rock the planet - recognize - I'm the c.r.e.a.m.
Com rules everything and everything is
How yo' man pullin yo' weight - he ain't carryin his
Scary the biz is like 'the blair witch project'
Experiment in rooms on some bare b**ch project
State senators, life twirls, most sell out
- like a dread with a white girl
You want me to cypher with you and the gods?
I just did a show - I'm pursuin these broads
Everyone I ain't tryin to f**k
Wanna feel female presence and conversation a touch
You'll get split like a date that's dutch scuffed and scr*ped up
Taped up for tryin to say what - ever you was about to say
You rap like a nigga that's about to spray
Get a mouth shot, for openin your mouth to say
Feel my heat in the night - it leaves you without the day
What I write is a passage for niggaz to travel through
Before defeatin me - joe, you better battle you
I tap into my own zone like it's my home phone
Turn the cell off and let my dome roam
Shame I gotta do white labels to keep my life stable
I write fatal bringin niggaz to life
A wise man came in the thick of the night
He said bring that sh*t when you pick up the mic
I said, 'what sh*t? '
He said hot sh*t, hot sh*t, hot sh*t

(you say you got guns, then bring that sh*t) uhhh
(you say you got ones, then bring that sh*t
Cause you need a lot more ones and guns for this) uhh
(me and my man, see we known to spit this) hot sh*t
Hot sh*t, yeah, yeah, uhh
What we spit jay? (throw it down nigga)
Hot sh*t, uh, yeah, uh, c'mon, yeah (keep it goin)
Hot sh*t..
Hot sh*t..
Hot sh*t.. yeah, boy (keep it goin)
Hot sh*t.. out
Hot..