Lyrics Solar Heat - Clear Soul Forces

Solar Heat

Hold up… roll up
Primetime define behind better blow up
Bet you never heard it like this before
Specific flow, fa’sho
Make you drop it low, now
Hold up… roll up
My line, with line for rhyme better blow up
Bet you never heard it like this before
Specific flow
And still fuck the po po, well hold up
I get it on
Rockin' the microphone until they be breakin' the dawn
Got your girl on my arm
She shakin' we gettin' it on
The scramin' we keep it calm
Like storms from Babylon
I’m fresh as a rspawn off a COD or Halo
Steppin' 2K be fatal
Like C4 or order Claymore
Accurate like Django
Cause around them, they be payin'
For all the years that the media
Keepin' us in a tangle
Let’s see what I finagle
life alert, this shit will make you tango
Cookin' beats like a hizenburg, without the Winnebago
Spread the flow for the cream cheese, but n***a hold the bagel
It’s been as long as three years since I done had some cable
So I’m a sylph off my neighbors
And blast it off til' I’m able to cop about two LeSabres
And ram into a Mercedes
That’s driven by like two ladies
Who happen to be fans and then they say
«No no don’t pay me!!!»
I bet you never heard nothing
This fuckin' soul of the fire I’m spittin' out
Is disintegrating my molars
I hack em' and spit them at you, in fact
A n***a laughin', silly rabbit tryna battle look
I challenge you to channel energy
Not of a child personality disorder order
Straight up out a catalog
Lady shake your tushy feet
I like your lower bushy beat
But if you gonna trip, I’d prolly stick pluck your Lotus Flower
Samuel, she moanin' for the black snake
Half baked
All bass
Rock to the rhythm
Cookin' heaters in the kitchen til the morning come
One time cool plus one, even better
Double fun, pleasure mold the body, head bone
Treasure, jet rock, mad cocky, Rocky Balboa
My temperament polar cooler
The opposite of this rocket ship
Doobie, wallet, stuff, got it folded in my pocket
The cinnamon sugar coated colored honies holla
Money n***a
Why we go gorilla
Got a spot up to the ceilin'
I need mo… told her wrap her lips around my quotes
Wrap your lips around my quotes
Wrap your lips around my quotes
Hold up… and then roll up
black girls, black Madelines
Perfect tens get it hard to find
Got a dozen dimes
I need dimes by the dozens
It’s thin lines between bullshit and honest
These nuances, sucks being an artist
Tell me why the other tried to say I shouldn’t have did this
Stuck in a rat trap, her head dumb like Kat Stacks
Black toast, Mozzerella
Fetty need mo chedda'
Seems I got this itch I can’t reach
I’m hard pressed, so where to scratch it prolly make me feel better
Octopussy on the tv
My mission is right off of Vendetta
Had Gold PP7s on the like a se
I don’t expect y’all to
See what I see, in my reflection cause
They can never do what I do
Clear Soul Forces
Rhythm coincided, gotta tell them all to
It’s a lyrical with lead with a turrent, blastin' out verses
Vernacular verbiage
Genetically enhanced rap
Mutated medullas
They televised the revolution
They streamin' from they computers
Told them keep it movin', the movement is osmosis
Cerebrally speedin' fast, just know I rap through the cosmo and
Brainstormin' and breakin' through sound barriers
Best in the nine realms, that’s guardian barbarian
Uh, for me to planet, world domination
Brain liftin' the pinky and drinkin' for the occasion
They were laughin' at my backpack
Wasn’t the rapper type
Used to make me spit at the doors of the hood open mics, I
Kick a freestyle, blow they minds execution style
Bang
Point blank range
Close and personal as a journal
Automatic audio abolitionist
I swear to tell the whole Sojourner Truth while I’m killin' shit
Right, free the mind, avoidin' the mental prison
Break down my sins
Analyze the swing of my penmanship
You’ll see them
One of those two midi midochlorians apprentices
Anakin on a mission and…