The Heat-Ordinary Peoples

The Heat - Ordinary Peoples I burn tracks when I'm speakin' just to keep the party freakin, We keep it hot, while the others heat seakin', So stop drop and roll cuz' i'm out of control I'm the equator, you're just the north pole Flip like a skater doin' tricks when i talk You're just an amateur and i'm tony hawk Flash like a camera, strut when i walk Can't handle my stamina, my full out assault I've caught a lot of mc's who talk about their ice I talk about my fire, cuz' it aint nothing nice You can't entice ugly like janet reno I spice up the track, so call me jalapeno Step on the stage, turn a mic into ash With my words on a page it's equivalent to cash My tongue's a trigger finger, none can test The flows, i compose in the lab When i grab my pen and pad I do shows, and rock with the pros I spit flames like my breath's propane Those that oppose, feel my ill technique I make sure ya know that i gots the heat It's the heat , the hot sh*t ya bump Set fire to a track so what, what you want It's the heat ya get burned by the beat The music that ya blazin' up and down the street 2x Not a volcano but i'm blowin' up Flows like lava stayin' hot in the cut Ya get stuck like ya froze in ya tracks Cuz' this heat is too hot for the needle on wax I blaze it to the max, with facts i spit the fire Out my mouth like a dragon cuz' this temperature is higher Speakin' words of wisdom, there's wisdom in my words I'm the cool sick, lunatic, i'm blowin' up the suburbs This kid is raw and comin' rawer this year I turned it up so i'm comin' in clear Fear what i say, cuz' the truth might hurt ya I play no games on the mic it's like a murder Be verbally servin' the lyrics perfectly worded With purpose burden thee with burgundy stains like it's a surgery And certainly when I'm stage don't close curtain The streets say it pays to hustle, I raise you double See i'm workin' overtime for a nickel and a dime You know i'm makin' sense, the expense, i'm gettin' mine I'm gettin' paid to play, to display phat joints All you roaches sprayed with Raid, by this MC you can't fade X-rayed ya escalade, saw how you look afraid You can't get past me, like a trooper's barricade Serenade a track, come back and hit you harder You couldn't get the price right if you were Bob Barker. Flows go like rapids they're too rough to ride So wear a life jacket if you dare to even try. Verses multiply so you square what I supply You better do the math if you think you gon' reply It's the heat , the hot sh*t ya bump Set fire to a track so what, what you want It's the heat ya get burned by the beat The music that ya blazin' up and down the street 2x