Heat

[Intro]

"Real Detroit hip hop"

J Dilla {x8}

[Verse 1]

Start to finish, get the image of a hustla

Paint it just like a shop like when they talk to Carhart and disassemble a body

Like a mechanic with car parts

Introducin' a man with his hands everywhere like Calamari, now march with me

Be a needle we need you to get in the groove

Don't sleep, keep it rollin', I'm a trucker, live in Michigan

But Chili never been in my vocab like Usher

Won't change even with the Aftermath like Busta

Keep a low profile, hard to notice in a crowd

But I know you know I know you know the style

A wild nigga with crowd control

Hard as a cadet with tear gas

Don't, on that Patti Labelle shit

I did it on my own, underground like I'm speakin' through a manhole

I'm also big enough to start a Barry Bonds scandal

I drop hard as a Looney Toon anvil

Your career's short as Emanuel, come and get your manual and so

How he manage to grow so cold?

So many shoulders at a show like Detroit outdoors

And if this morning you can handle, get your hands up

Off the wall and your mouth off the floor

What you waitin' for?

Feel it

[Chorus]

Street ?

My heat spark off the charts

A man on a mission

Here we come y'all

HEAT

You know the spot rusher, hot busta

Quick, duck for cover

Here come another, keep it hard

Bangin' in your system

This inner vision of a prophet I spit

Here we come y'all

HEAT

Here we come y'all

HEAT

[Verse 2]

Hop on board of my train of thought

The art of takin' pain was taught

Before I was eatin' solid food I could talk

Walk where they got chains on their naked hands

Jammin' in a panel of your ride, feet dipped in animal hide

I'm here to change that

It's a new day and you know it, even Ma$e came back

Subtract my thought

It's damn near spiritual

And my bars like a physical

You lift and I cough

No words, just life

Your image is through a mic

No ice just nice

It's like God got me goin' through a job interview

I'm a three year long song and goin', you an interlude

Some of y'all niggas funny with rap

So can I say I'm feelin' this?

Sayin' you ball more like Jason Williams fumblin' with your gat

Don't get in trouble with that

How subtle was that?

Hollywood Shufflin' cats continue to act

They wouldn't make the crew cut if they worked at the Gap

I'm a local they know I'm loco with vocals

Smooth with dolo it's unbelievable like Iraqi abuse photos

Who really get raw?

The pen mightier than the sword I'm swingin' to your ears

Finally open, you know what I'm fightin' for

[Chorus]

Street ?

My heat spark off the charts

A man on a mission

Here we come y'all

HEAT

You know the spot rusher, hot busta

Quick, duck for cover

Here come another, keep it hard

Bangin' in your system

This inner vision of a prophet I spit

Here we come y'all

HEAT

Here we come y'all

HEAT

[Verse 3]

With the street been sweet niggas ? deep in the seat

Same spot, tryin' to plot, cause your life don't repeat

And you reap what you sow (let's grow!)

All day stompin', I'm Greek step show off Broadway

I stay cooler than Chris Walken

The reason my city raw like Edo G to Boston

Every show take offering

In 8th grade you're coughin' up your mother with the coffin

Fall victim to the author when it's awkward she applaudin'

When I'm ?

Spit trouble so hard, think I'm double ?

Knowin' God load 'em on ?

Sober like a nigga who know he ?

But tryin' to cover body odor before ?

Flood the game so heavy

South Asia look like a puddle in the park

Leave a mark like two preteens makin' hickey's in the dark

Padlock your door like Joe Clark, exit closed off

[Outro]

"When I say J, y'all day Dilla!"

"J"

"Dilla!"

"J"

"Dilla!"