HEATWAVE

(Yeah, whoa)
(Play this record as frequently as possible)

Bars so hot, I feel like a heatwave
Why these niggas worried 'bout moves that I make?
I told you I'd blow up, my plan is in phase
It's all dying out, I'm starting a new flame
Bars so hot, I feel like a heatwave
Why these niggas worried 'bout moves that I make?
I told you I'd blow up, my plan is in phase
It's all dying out, I'm starting a new flame

How many rappers make my kill count?
I've lost count 'cause I'm east bound
Put me in a ring and I ain't droppin rounds
We go bar to bar, pound for pound
Dropping rappers with my mic, you can call me Tyson
Started from the bottom, started from the ground
Now you recognise my sound, the illest flowing rapper
Never sipped on medication, that's why I'm sicker than you trappers
Ain't your average rapper, I could be a God, a black Marshall Mathers
Now I'm climbing up the ladder, they say talent really matters
Now I'm burning up on higher degrees without my Masters
Ain't gotta do much to attract her 'cause the dick be like a magnet
It's goes north while her knees go south
Wait, I'm going off topic
Photosynthesise my pockets, I want greens in my wallet
They see this chocolate nigga getting profit
All these wannabes be attracted to my pollen
(All because my)

Bars so hot, I feel like a heatwave
Why these niggas worried 'bout moves that I make?
I told you I'd blow up, my plan is in phase
It's all dying out, I'm starting a new flame
Bars so hot, I feel like a heatwave
Why these niggas worried 'bout moves that I make?
I told you I'd blow up, my plan is in phase
It's all dying out, I'm starting a new flame

I don't want no beef, I eat these rappers
Like I eat my veggies, still collect the green
These other rappers just be jealous 'cause my flow is kinda sexy
All these niggas envy me because my bars heavy
Keep the bars tight and the flow steady
Me, Mitch and Sostré feel like Ed, Edd n Eddy
I'm Eminem without spaghetti, celebratin' with confetti
'cause we ready just to keep our shit steady, our bellies never empty
I could get you off the walls like Humpty Dumpty wearing vans
Fame would be a bonus but I'm focused on the bands
If you can't handle the heat, let it burn up in your hands
Fame would be a bonus 'cause I'm focused on the bands
If you can't handle the heat, let it burn up in your hands



Credits
Writer(s): Mlondi Ngubane
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