Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Heatwave (Feat. Rosario), artist - RaphiDate of issue: 31.12.2001
Song language: English
Heatwave (Feat. Rosario) |
| A yo the road I travel is full of hard times and hard rhymes |
| Lost souls with strong minds, Visionaries have gone blind |
| Politicians that love crime, Missionaries missed the warning signs |
| On this road I travel, I had the long nights with tears |
| God whispered to me have no fear |
| I’m perfecting the path, putting pieces of the puzzle together |
| You and the rats won’t struggle forever |
| On this road I travel, I heard the drums bang in the slums |
| While the hustlers be bangin they guns |
| And the poor, they just begging for crumbs |
| Some preachers still begging for funds |
| Outsiders catch a vibe when they come |
| On this road I travel, mysteries unravel |
| Cases get caught by the thunder of the judges gavel |
| From nine months to nine years |
| Sometimes my only peace is the pen and the poetry of my peers |
| Yo it’s like a heat wave |
| Beats Blaze |
| We write to the rhythm the street plays |
| We told you pray for the morning, but you didn’t heed the warning |
| Yo it’s like a sound storm |
| Crowds swarm |
| We got them worried from the bury to California |
| Prayin for the morning, but you didn’t heed the warning |
| They call me Raphi shock stopper. |
| Lightning bolt blocker |
| I’m a grown up. |
| Blown up head bubble popper. |
| Tightrope walker |
| Not the typical belly flopper in a record pool |
| I say, «Don't play doormat!» |
| Get your back up off the floor and act like it’s your crib |
| Flip the script and steal the show. |
| Grand theft ad lib |
| I’m a hybrid wiz kid amid the greats |
| Shoveling through record crates and I got what it takes |
| Don’t wanna babble. |
| I want to be the one who educates with class |
| Speak a lesson quick. |
| Fast enough to give you whiplash |
| You’re still throwing out that lip trash? |
| Now you’re about to crash |
| From cell blocks to bell rocks, my clientele jocks |
| So ask any one of the many what they thought |
| There will not be those who left untuned |
| Some diss, some jock, some listen, some talk |
| But all of them felt something about the groove |
| That proves that I’m certified top notch |
| A West sider knight writer, I ain’t a baywatch |
| Yo it’s like a heat wave |
| Beats Blaze |
| We write to the rhythm the street plays |
| We told you pray for the morning, but you didn’t heed the warning |
| Yo it’s like a sound storm |
| Crowds swarm |
| We got them worried from the bury to California |
| Prayin for the morning, but you didn’t heed the warning |
| I write rhymes to the lights of the city while I’m floating down the freeway |
| Inhaling dirt through my lungs push auto replay |
| Words are coming at the speed of sound |
| Cali quakes when Big Shame and this kid from New Breed’s in town |
| And the world feel the after shock for all them cats that forgot we make the |
| planet rock |
| It’s lonely at the top that’s why we came with the clan |
| We knew from Tunnel Vision that we had the master plan |
| It seems to me that a responsibility’s on my back |
| To bring back a respect for this art |
| So we do it from the heart |
| That way, a light can shine |
| Plus, I rhyme to find some kind of divine vent for my rage |
| This cage-like white rage might seem suitable |
| Heinous crime for a dangerous mind isn’t do-able |
| So kid, got a beautiful floweth over my cup |
| From Mission Park to Cali |
| Quakin' forever shakin' it up |