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brandon ross - heat shock lyrics

[intro]
h+llo, h+llo, h+llo
h+llo, h+llo, h+llo, h+llo

[verse]
thinking back to the old days
playing wiffleball with my brother, in his old jays
hand+me+downs, but now i’m growing in my own lane
made my own position, leave my own stains
i be k!lling every beat, consider this sh+t a cold case
stunting like knievel, but never needed a roll cage
this a roll call, they leaving my sh+t on rotate
no ghost writers, i’m haunting ’em with my ghost tapes
rhythm k!ller, ghostface, i don’t mean to boast, but i get the wr when running in the goat race
life for you ain’t dolce, so don’t you come approach me
with all that weak bullsh+t b+tching, you always sulking
i be straight assaulting beats, i’m bar bulking
hulking like i’m hogan, bro you so slow
you joe’s ain’t no rogan, hopeless migo clonings
i’m rattling the richter scale, no link to conan

[hook]
b ross
yeah, that kid is hot enough to give you heat shock
scorching, baby, every single time the beat drop
cut you down like i was harvesting the weed crop ’til you beggin’ please stop, ay
b ross
yeah, that kid is hot enough to give you heat shock
scorching, baby, every single time the beat drop
cut you down like i was harvesting the weed crop ’til you beggin’ please stop, ay
[verse]
uh, shout out to 2 and the flavs
yo, that’s the crew in the place, i hit the tunes, i’m an ace
i leave the game construed in the face, confused as a maze
my bars come in infinite ways
you star gazing, as they rattle off your dome like the bells in arcades
pinballing to the top, high score on you lames
you be boring, i’m pouring some hot lava in tracks
and it’s quickly spreading towards you, dawg, you gotta get back
i’m a problem, in fact, i end a lot of you cats
who creating product sounding like you squatting to cr+p
i do my sh+t, b+tch, while you try outdoing and slip
if you moving your lips, well, then you doomed to get split
getting blitzed by the nfl’s finest
i be dripping money like it’s water, you crying about your dryness
i’m breaking every meter with my flyness
you be just a sidekick, i be like your highness, the wisest

[hook]
b ross
yeah, that kid is hot enough to give you heat shock
scorching, baby, every single time the beat drop
cut you down like i was harvesting the weed crop ’til you beggin’ please stop, ay
b ross
yeah, that kid is hot enough to give you heat shock
scorching, baby, every single time the beat drop
cut you down like i was harvesting the weed crop ’til you beggin’ please stop, ay
[outro]
heaters left and right, mic is always tight, yikes
tighter than a grip squeeze with all your might, flow delightful
bite what i write to make you better with your pen game
i’ma send lames down to h+ll so quit pretending
heaters left and right, heaters, heaters left and right
heaters left and right, mic is always tight, yikes
heaters left and right, heaters, heaters left and right
heaters left and right, mic is always tight, yikes
heaters left and right, heaters, heaters left and right
heaters left and right, mic is always tight, yikes
heaters left and right, heaters, heaters left and right
heaters left and right, mic is always tight, yikes

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