That Heat
[Verse 1: Breez Evahflowin’]
There should be nobody sitting when I start spitting
Maybe before ‘cause, like, nobody’s hitting
Nobody give this nigga Breez competition
I spit keys—yo ass the ignition
Kid, listen. Got lyrics like stitching
And the illest cornrows. My form glow
Sees MCs as low-watt. I warm cloves
And blow spots from the bus stop—lyrical box hot
Static beat knocks speakers apart
My speech is the part that weakens the heart of MCs
Never can, never will be empty
Without the direct effect, any who dare doubt me
Stronghold, solar-flare style bright
Classic on the mic to battler highlight
Like wolves, unstoppable with mics
‘Til the dawn strike, we gonna keep serving you right
[Hook: Duv]
Hey ladies, have you ever heard a beat so fly?
And an MC flowing so live?
Got it feeling like hip hop from way back in the days
Hey boys, I know you gonna bring that heat
Stronghold niggas, please don’t sleep
[Verse 2: Breez Evahflowin’]
Yo, the second verse architect from Imperial Wrecks
You want respect, pop shit with a spear in your neck
Instead, you stay taking beer to your chest
On the low, disrespect until the flow bang near to your rest
No sleep—your neighbor got my shit on repeat
I’m a snare—it’s rare I don’t hit on the beat
Be prepared—we daredevils out on the streets
Mega deep—can’t count the amount of my peeps
Add it up, it’s amounting to beef
Check your chief, save the record speak
You’ll be rocking cyphers of reefs
Now it’s all love. Thugs singing, “Life isn’t sweet”
Radio sound like a fucking knife when there’s heat
It’s like y’all out to live a life of defeat, straight losses
I don’t deal with sons and I hate bosses
Y’all better hold on tight to them ice faith crosses
We going all night—on the mic, stay cautious
[Hook: Duv]
Hey ladies, have you ever heard a beat so fly?
And an MC flowing so live?
Got it feeling like hip hop from way back in the days
Hey boys, I know you gonna bring that heat
Stronghold niggas, please don’t sleep
[Verse 3: Breez Evahflowin’]
I’m afraid not. Y’all rappers couldn’t blow up the spot
If your mom name was Soda, your pop last name Rock
Let’s bang knots ‘til your brain vein clog up and clot
And finally, from pressure, it pop
Remember to cop the lobo that’s brolic
Spit rounds like cops in The Bronx ‘til brothers bust out they wallets
Now I’ll excuse the fact that you wack one time
Maybe twice if I’m nice. But on the third
You need to stick a brick and fucking horseshoe in your words
I’ma force you into the curb, make your shit flip and crash
Grab your script, shred, rip and laugh
You a flash in the pan, savage man marionette
Fuck a millionaire—who want to marry a vet?
Should carry a tat on my chest, saying, “Who’s Jah blessed?”
Let no man even think it. Defeat look funny
Trust me, money. You don’t ever want to drink it
[Hook: Duv]
Hey ladies, have you ever heard a beat so fly?
And an MC flowing so live?
Got it feeling like hip hop from way back in the days
Hey boys, I know you gonna bring that heat
Stronghold niggas, please don’t sleep
[Outro: Duv and (Breez Evahflowin’)]
Don’t sleep. Don’t sleep. Stronghold niggas, please don’t sleep. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. (DJ Static). DJ Static. (Lacing it, you know? Is that Duv? This must be Breez Evahflowin’. Once again. Once again. Once again). My ladies. Marrying my ladies, baby. Yeah, it’s me: D-O-V-E—baby, yeah it’s me. I’m still singing. It’s, it’s a habit. That’s what it is