Common - Heat lyrics
Common [Lonnie Rashid Lynn] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Common - Heat lyrics]
Yeah, one two yeah, where my nigga Jay Dee?
Where ya at?
Say you got guns, then bring that shit
Say you got ones, then bring that shit
Cause you need a lot more
Ones and guns for this
Me and my mans is bout to spit some hot shit
Yeah, one two bout to spit that, hot shit
Huh whoo! yeah turn it down nigga, hot shit
Yea
Messenger in the Metropolis apocalypse
Here and now niggas know the ledge
So they don't come near the style
I appear in clouds on some
Heaven to earth shit
Fake niggas drown the deeper the verse gets
Deep as a skinny girl's cunt -
I surface with the purpose
To let y'all niggas know the demo
Voice is a instrument that's monumental
You couldn't fuck 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 niggas makin moves that bob and weave
And niggas with jobs on the side sell weed
I feed off the hunger that a
Bum or abandoned child gets
Freaky, like Marv Albert, in outfit's
By Chaka Givens i lecture how I got God
But don't got religion
Got a clip for these niggas on the net
Sellin my shit
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?
Niggas know me as Com it's
Time hear me go wild with hot shit, yeah
Hot shit, yeah, one two came to bring it boy
You say you got ones, then bring that shit
Cause you need a lot more
Ones and guns for this
What? No doubt hot shit
Old men see visions young men dream dreams
I rock the planet - recognize
- I'm the CREAM
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 bitch 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 fuck
Wanna feel female presence and
Conversation a touch
You'll get split like a date that's
Dusk scuffed and scraped 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 niggas 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 niggas to life
A wise man came in the thick of the night
He said BRING THAT SHIT when
You pick up the mic i said, "What shit?"
He said HOT SHIT, hot shit, hot shit
Uhhh uhh
HOT SHIT hot shit, yeah, yeah, uhh
What we spit Jay?
HOT SHIT, uh, yeah, uh, c'mon, yeah
HOT SHIT hOT SHIT
HOT SHIT yeah, boy hOT SHIT out
HOT
Where ya at?
Say you got guns, then bring that shit
Say you got ones, then bring that shit
Cause you need a lot more
Ones and guns for this
Me and my mans is bout to spit some hot shit
Yeah, one two bout to spit that, hot shit
Huh whoo! yeah turn it down nigga, hot shit
Yea
Messenger in the Metropolis apocalypse
Here and now niggas know the ledge
So they don't come near the style
I appear in clouds on some
Heaven to earth shit
Fake niggas drown the deeper the verse gets
Deep as a skinny girl's cunt -
I surface with the purpose
To let y'all niggas know the demo
Voice is a instrument that's monumental
You couldn't fuck 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 niggas makin moves that bob and weave
And niggas with jobs on the side sell weed
I feed off the hunger that a
Bum or abandoned child gets
Freaky, like Marv Albert, in outfit's
By Chaka Givens i lecture how I got God
But don't got religion
Got a clip for these niggas on the net
Sellin my shit
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?
Niggas know me as Com it's
Time hear me go wild with hot shit, yeah
Hot shit, yeah, one two came to bring it boy
You say you got ones, then bring that shit
Cause you need a lot more
Ones and guns for this
What? No doubt hot shit
Old men see visions young men dream dreams
I rock the planet - recognize
- I'm the CREAM
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 bitch 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 fuck
Wanna feel female presence and
Conversation a touch
You'll get split like a date that's
Dusk scuffed and scraped 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 niggas 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 niggas to life
A wise man came in the thick of the night
He said BRING THAT SHIT when
You pick up the mic i said, "What shit?"
He said HOT SHIT, hot shit, hot shit
Uhhh uhh
HOT SHIT hot shit, yeah, yeah, uhh
What we spit Jay?
HOT SHIT, uh, yeah, uh, c'mon, yeah
HOT SHIT hOT SHIT
HOT SHIT yeah, boy hOT SHIT out
HOT