HEAT by Turk Lyrics
[Intro]
T.U.R.K - “Yeah. Aye, ya’ll feel that? It kinda feels like we’re restoring the feeling, huh? Uh-huh”
Dave’Stone - “The real Hip-Hop is over here (X2)
Aiyyo T.U.R.K, let’s take ‘em back for a minute”
[Verse 1: T.U.R.K & Dave’Stone]
T- I’m a nigga that really raps and that’s a fact
The 80’s personified, like needles I carry crack
Delivery dope as fuck, fiends itching for every line
I recite the type of shit that literally blows yours
D- It’s D, stay rolling, stoner, way ahead of my time
Quick to transform like Optimus in is his prime
Known for moving stacks, no weight, wrestling, sumo
Ts’oara setulo and let’s kick it like judo
T- Hopped out the two door, I’m a boss like Hugo
With the bars I’m better than anybody that you know
Uh, out of this world, fuck a Pluto
Punches give stitches like my nigga named Lulo
D- So we duck these broad like re dodge’a likulo
Hating on the low, ntse re u bona le morung moo
T- Oh, top of the totem, numero uno
They act like they know, but I don’t think that they do though
D- Eye on the prize, aim like a marksman
Ain’t no stopping if we’re in it for the bucks, man
Weed in the air as we scheme on a bigger plan
Leave a legacy, boy, ha kena tela
T- Yeah, getting stoned with my nigga Dave
Fucking with us? Ya’ll niggas brave
New age Styles and Jada, nobody greater
Rap Al Qaeda
Ya’ll minor, we major
Top rhymers, team players
Incredible with the rhetoric
They question who the best, well we can settle it
I make it look easy, this shit is effortless
F a list, ‘cause if I ain’t on it, nigga, it’s F it then
I took the time to put the effort in
D- Straighten up my top fade, then I level it
From the kasi to the burbs ziighelegeqe
Flow eloquent, yeah the boy Heaven sent
T- I’m a god, but I do this shit for the Hell of it
D- Come to your show, bring that heat, call it Hell in there
Spit fire, make hits, then I’m selling ‘em
And how I do what I does, ain’t no telling ‘em
T-A scientist in the lab when formulating these flows
Every written is fire, but when I spit it it’s cold
D- Got my street cred in check and yes, I know my role
I’m in it to win it, my position on pole
T- Smoking rappers just like the weed that I roll
D- Show these rappers that I’m deeper than before
T- Man these rappers really thinking that they’re dope
D- I got the swisher, man these niggas getting smoked
T- Every line is like a key of the coke
D- After I hit, I’m that nigga you don’t provoke
T- Puff puff pass, I hit it and never choke
D- Man, I got these niggas twitching like ba ts’oeroe ke stroke
T- Peep the method, I beat the beat ‘til it’s red, man
If we battle, my nigga, then you’re a dead, man
I’ll body anybody who want it, can get it
D- Cut throats spray ceilings for niggas that’s with it
T- Name a nigga nicer when rhyming, I doubt you’ll find him
D- Got bars like prison yards, best believe we got ‘em
T- I ain’t even write these bars, nigga, I thought ‘em
But I’m still a problem whenever a nigga jots ‘em
D- Unfuckwithable, moremaphofu, is a combo
Punch your favorite rapper, best believe he’s a john doe
Fuck around, I might roll up at your spot, hoe
Project X, repo everything you got, yo
T- Rappers get beaten like bongos
T.U.R.K - “Yeah. Aye, ya’ll feel that? It kinda feels like we’re restoring the feeling, huh? Uh-huh”
Dave’Stone - “The real Hip-Hop is over here (X2)
Aiyyo T.U.R.K, let’s take ‘em back for a minute”
[Verse 1: T.U.R.K & Dave’Stone]
T- I’m a nigga that really raps and that’s a fact
The 80’s personified, like needles I carry crack
Delivery dope as fuck, fiends itching for every line
I recite the type of shit that literally blows yours
D- It’s D, stay rolling, stoner, way ahead of my time
Quick to transform like Optimus in is his prime
Known for moving stacks, no weight, wrestling, sumo
Ts’oara setulo and let’s kick it like judo
T- Hopped out the two door, I’m a boss like Hugo
With the bars I’m better than anybody that you know
Uh, out of this world, fuck a Pluto
Punches give stitches like my nigga named Lulo
D- So we duck these broad like re dodge’a likulo
Hating on the low, ntse re u bona le morung moo
T- Oh, top of the totem, numero uno
They act like they know, but I don’t think that they do though
D- Eye on the prize, aim like a marksman
Ain’t no stopping if we’re in it for the bucks, man
Weed in the air as we scheme on a bigger plan
Leave a legacy, boy, ha kena tela
T- Yeah, getting stoned with my nigga Dave
Fucking with us? Ya’ll niggas brave
New age Styles and Jada, nobody greater
Rap Al Qaeda
Ya’ll minor, we major
Top rhymers, team players
Incredible with the rhetoric
They question who the best, well we can settle it
I make it look easy, this shit is effortless
F a list, ‘cause if I ain’t on it, nigga, it’s F it then
I took the time to put the effort in
D- Straighten up my top fade, then I level it
From the kasi to the burbs ziighelegeqe
Flow eloquent, yeah the boy Heaven sent
T- I’m a god, but I do this shit for the Hell of it
D- Come to your show, bring that heat, call it Hell in there
Spit fire, make hits, then I’m selling ‘em
And how I do what I does, ain’t no telling ‘em
T-A scientist in the lab when formulating these flows
Every written is fire, but when I spit it it’s cold
D- Got my street cred in check and yes, I know my role
I’m in it to win it, my position on pole
T- Smoking rappers just like the weed that I roll
D- Show these rappers that I’m deeper than before
T- Man these rappers really thinking that they’re dope
D- I got the swisher, man these niggas getting smoked
T- Every line is like a key of the coke
D- After I hit, I’m that nigga you don’t provoke
T- Puff puff pass, I hit it and never choke
D- Man, I got these niggas twitching like ba ts’oeroe ke stroke
T- Peep the method, I beat the beat ‘til it’s red, man
If we battle, my nigga, then you’re a dead, man
I’ll body anybody who want it, can get it
D- Cut throats spray ceilings for niggas that’s with it
T- Name a nigga nicer when rhyming, I doubt you’ll find him
D- Got bars like prison yards, best believe we got ‘em
T- I ain’t even write these bars, nigga, I thought ‘em
But I’m still a problem whenever a nigga jots ‘em
D- Unfuckwithable, moremaphofu, is a combo
Punch your favorite rapper, best believe he’s a john doe
Fuck around, I might roll up at your spot, hoe
Project X, repo everything you got, yo
T- Rappers get beaten like bongos