Lyrics Heater - Ekoh

Heater

Yeah, see every fucking thing I write I know the fans love it
You sound like everybody else, just a drop in the bucket
Fucking nothing can stop me this shit inevitable
Never go up against someone who might be impenetrable
That’s a no-no, I don’t know though, y’all asleep just grab the notes or walk
it off like Sam &Frodo I’m a keep it on the low-low
You a flop, Solo, I’m a rhyme crusher a fucking dying breed, yeah I’m a
blockbuster
I be on my shit like there he go again, don’t battle me mother fucker see I
ain’t got no friends
I don’t got no hobbies, all I’ve got is time so I won’t hesitate to spend a
weekend on a single line
See I’m a fickle bitch, don’t make me hit the switch, I will go off on any beat
just listen to pickle rick
And I make it look simple, but it really isn’t, imagine Neal DeGrasse Tyson
talking 'bout astrophysics
Fuck it it’s back to business, making some brash decisions if you want to get
to me you gotta cross some burning bridges
Vision and skill to meet it, homie respect the booth, I’m Kevin Feige on the
beat building my MCU
(Because this is, like, my own universe, you know what I’m saying?)
Yeah I’m, probably the next I, don’t really give a fuck about the industry like
all the rest try
So follow me I can promise you’ll be left in the dust, and I’ll leave your
family crying more than watching This Is Us
Heavily hated because some people really think I made it, but I barely sell and
rarely get noticed in public places
I’m trying to pop like it’s a bottle of Ch&agne in faces, man I’m on the up and
up and your career is Nicholas Cage’s, woo!
(That is Cameron Poe, a parolee hitching a ride home)
I tell you it’s spacious sitting at the top, and I like watching all those
faces when the music drops
You’re Michael Bay, I’m Chris Nolan wouldn’t steal his plot.
You couldn’t even
afford a seat up on my train of thought
Yeah, deal with it, when I be up on a mic I’m killing it feelin' a burst of
skill and you feeling it knowing I’ll always be keeping it real and it’s just
Simply the etiquette when I be up on a beat and I’m getting it you better step
back and respect it cos this is party time, excellent!
Yeah it’s my world, they said this shit knocks, I’m the bomb you might find me
up in Obama’s mail box
Uh, you keep your opinion to yourself, pimpin', listen to lyrics get that
mumble shit out of your system
The only time I see some paint on my whip dripping, is when I’m dipping into an
eighth of Psilocybe and trippin'
Eh, loving the way every day they just keep talking, I’m looking at them,
going in like MGK and Eminem
Pick up the pen I’m a modern day miracle of sorts, tell them to flame on and
they Marvel, I am the Human Torch
You talking dreams but you’re scared to get off your stupid porch,
and I just made a living off pulling the cart before the horse
And you support this shit, thank you I’m feeling fortunate, they say that boy
is sick like my head is in a bowl of porcelain
I’m bored of writing songs so I’m buying a ouija board and conjuring a spirit
and starting a band with some zombie corpses in it
If I get a hold of Chester, Mac Miller, Avicii, Aretha, Prodigy and only
playing clubs in Ibiza
You all claim woke, but you still sleeping, you must be joking, Joaquin Phoenix
Shout out to Tec, your shit’s great, rewind this it might just be a boomerang
A rock star without the fame I’m a mosh pit, fucking your universe up,
I’m Rian Johsnon
Back to the nonsense, bitch please don’t kill my vibe, I only love my bed my
mum and fuck it never mind
Yeah, and now we’re hearing record label talks, see they don’t open doors,
I am the one who knocks
We used to spend entire days playing Tony Hawk, and now the nerds in your class
are the one’s getting jocked, woo
I’m taking Joyner, G-Eazy and Logic, Sage, Slug, Vinnie Paz, Futuristic and
Hopsin.
Mix in some emo shit, some anger some angst and some comments,
then you got me, 72 bars dropping
(Yeah, go back and count em. There’ll still be someone in the comments section
talking shit, that’s cool man I get it.
I love you)