The Heat

Fresh for 2008, you suckers

Yeah! James Desmond, yeah, ha ha ha ha

KRS, keep bringin' that

Heat, the heat, the heat, the heat

The heat, the heat, the heeeeeat!

I'm called when all falls and yes y'all stalls

And cornballs wanna get smoked like Pall Malls

I'm on all fours, all year on tours

Place your bets I'm takin' all yours

All wars, topplin' all scores

Teachin' street laws, the teacher because I bring the

Heat, the heat, the heat, the heat

The heat, the heat, the heeeeeat!

I'm called when no one is talkin'

The truth about what's goin on and on and

When you wanna put that New York talk in

You cause the KRS-One to start barkin'

Toward the mic, grab the mic, start barkin'

Outside the club spot cars start parkin' for the

Heat, the heat, the heat, the heat

The heat, the heat, the heeeeeat!

Yeah, get it bumpin' now, get it bumpin' now

Turn up that da-dumb-dumb-dumb blow!

I know you know how, we doin' it right now

People in the club like: "Wow" for that

Heat, the heat, the heat, the heat

The heat, the heat, the heeeeeat!

Oh! It's gettin' hot, don't stop

We just about to reach the top of hip-hop

That's why I'm called, with that yes yes y'all

At this very moment you feel no stress at all

No, I'm not testin' y'all, this a real lyric

If you can hear it I'm blessin' y'all, with the

Heat, the heat, the heat, the heat

The heat, the heat, the heeeeeat!

So we can continue to go down the menu

I send you my poetry that critiques the evil that men do

You better attend to, the AC

When I MC I'm bringin heat lately, now fade me

No ifs ands buts or maybes

I'm not crazy, God made me speak with the

Heat, the heat, the heat, the heat

The heat, the heat, the heeeeeat!

That's what I'm talkin' about!