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backburner - heatwave lyrics

[hook:thesis sahib]
this is your brain on sunshine, sunrays
the heat raise the roof roll your windows open if you
please stick out your breeze, we’re cooking something fresh
with the burner in the heatwave, in the heatwave

[verse 1]
[timbuktu]
putting in work on the perfect day
shirt soaked in the shade while i perspirate
heat waves on the pavement, verses layed
chirp cicadas, engaged in a purple haze
scorching tracks when the burner plays
pour the gas until we burn the place
percolate burnt ash that’ll hurt your face
shot a crater through your posse like hot butane
not too tame, keep watch for cute dames
got booze, spit exhaust like blue flames
stop dude, not gona prost-tute fame
too hot, we too great to stop, we too strange

[wordburglar]
smash, thwip, snikkety-snit
striking the country like picketing hicks
l!ckety-split, tickety-tick-tock you don’t stop
like lava that won’t rock, the flow’s hot
enough to get the dregs from the bas-m-nt
cooking some eggs on the pavement
hot spit like greekfest
smoking like girls on queen st west

[jesse dangerously]
dip, dip, dive, i’m swimming to shanghai
out cooling like moms’ lemon meringue pie
got the women on standby, waiting just to
talk to me about my feminist philosophy
when you learn to help, the girls’ll melt
with a rack so hot the bra burns itself
yeahhhh, we turn it out
heat’s the only thing we’re concerned about
and that’s check; i’m about to win in one turn
lamping on a rock with my skin all sunburned
yowtch! the only way i surf is on a couch
with the tip of my tongue putting words in your mouth, haha!

[chokeules]
sweatshop got me in a headlock
we let it pop til the block is red hot
next stop, chopping heads off
wanna get props? hit the god with a guest spot

[hook]

[jay bizzy]
sweat, sweat, work it out
let me know what’s on your mind
and it don’t hurt to shout
i’m on a purple drought, yeah, the green, too
and these a couple things that put me in a mean mood
would it seem rude if i rolled through the club late
and didn’t give you props cause i’m in a drug state of mind
i got problems, baby, no funds, i don’t wanna get a job, i’m lazy
so i write my rhymes down, spit ‘em with p-ssion
just hoping y’all can feel it, that’s all i’m asking
35 degrees and the sun is blasting
basketball jerseys is still the fashion
i don’t even know if they heard me laughing
wipe the smirk off their mouth with a dirty napkin
jay bizzy got sk!lls, i’m a worthy champion
why i’m living in a sauna and not a mansion

[jesse dangerously]
when tim’s on the beat, even in the heat i got
tim’s on my feet; over zebra stripes from the
sandal st–z; believe the hype from the
scandal sheets; you get dandled on the knee

[chokeules]
achtung! gonna be a hot one
got drunk last night but i’m not done
shotgun, don’t forget some
road pops stop and cop tons
ultraviolet violent outcomes
get that spf or get sunned
son, have you learned a lesson
sir, yes certs need extra retsyn
so, who’s bringin’ the heat
that melts popsicles petes into liquid treats
picture defeat than i kick up my feet
take a trip to the beach to chill with the beat

[timbuktu]
it’s a dog day afternoon, the bad crew
be backburner, jack, you’re wack like pat boone
in back rooms we slap hands, crack the brews
fabricate rap tunes that you can’t produce
c’mon…

[hook]

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