Heat Cousin
Making master pieces with my cousin
With my cousin (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
Miles on the beat
Put the beat on repeat (Yo)
Imma vegetarian I don't eat no meat (Yo)
And if you have beef with my cousin talk to me (Yo)
We got Miles on the beat (Yo)
We got Miles on the beat (Yo)
We got Miles on the beat, you better know that he can't be defeated
Yo; you better come see me (aye)
Yo; I'm slangin' these dope beats.
I'm bangin' beats that tape your feet
Making big butts get out their seat.
Rattling windows in passing by cars
Setting up beats for you to spit bars...
Come see me if you need the heat,
Music Miles is the place to be
Quality Jams – Miles Made That Beat!!
I may be shy but you can't see me.
Three hundred sixty, five days a year,
They said do chores naw, I'm composing fears
Manipulating sound in the palm of my hand
You take out the trash cause I'm the beat making man.
Yeah! We're making heat yeah...
Yeah! We're making beats yeah...
We're scorching your feet yeah...
You hear it...
You see me...
This is my calling card yeah...
Let this beat bless your ears (Yeah)
Making master pieces with my cousin
With my cousin (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
Miles on the beat
Put the beat on repeat (Yo)
Imma vegetarian I don't eat no meat (Yo)
And if you have beef with my cousin talk to me (Yo)
We got Miles on the beat (Yo)
We got Miles on the beat (Yo)
We got Miles on the beat, you better know that he can't be defeated
With my cousin (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
Miles on the beat
Put the beat on repeat (Yo)
Imma vegetarian I don't eat no meat (Yo)
And if you have beef with my cousin talk to me (Yo)
We got Miles on the beat (Yo)
We got Miles on the beat (Yo)
We got Miles on the beat, you better know that he can't be defeated
Yo; you better come see me (aye)
Yo; I'm slangin' these dope beats.
I'm bangin' beats that tape your feet
Making big butts get out their seat.
Rattling windows in passing by cars
Setting up beats for you to spit bars...
Come see me if you need the heat,
Music Miles is the place to be
Quality Jams – Miles Made That Beat!!
I may be shy but you can't see me.
Three hundred sixty, five days a year,
They said do chores naw, I'm composing fears
Manipulating sound in the palm of my hand
You take out the trash cause I'm the beat making man.
Yeah! We're making heat yeah...
Yeah! We're making beats yeah...
We're scorching your feet yeah...
You hear it...
You see me...
This is my calling card yeah...
Let this beat bless your ears (Yeah)
Making master pieces with my cousin
With my cousin (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
Miles on the beat
Put the beat on repeat (Yo)
Imma vegetarian I don't eat no meat (Yo)
And if you have beef with my cousin talk to me (Yo)
We got Miles on the beat (Yo)
We got Miles on the beat (Yo)
We got Miles on the beat, you better know that he can't be defeated
Credits
Writer(s): Tafari Richards
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