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!