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A seldom seen NancyBoy from Chicago, Dirty Heat steps into the album, as if out of a dream...stuff according...
lyrics
[intro]
If this is it...oo-wop, please let me know...
[Heater]
That was ten beers to fix, two broke mirrors, in the morning, I be thinkin' fast, get a move on, once again I'm
proof on, so write a song, last couple weeks have been
one for the memoirs, with seven past due, I'll
probably drink the kevlar, kinda thinkin' chicken for
lunch, I'm drinkin' a brew and thinkin' chicken for
lunch. I'm drinkin' a brew and thinkin' chicken for
lunch...stuff according.
Just a step beyond a galavant, a pet named avalanche,
terrified, a pair of eyes big enough to block the sun,
quick enough to make a man maybe make a run
forest so, with the wings of morbid birds of prey, as I
make my way to know what path to pass away, people this is
trivial, meaning every time I rhyme, residuals
collected, subjected, this forty-hour work-week,
rap with sick days, to scrimmage the pay, I live in
rage like a maze, to make time fly quicker,
some use drugs, and some abuse liquor,
me all above, Heat is just the mystery
fittin' like a glove and I'm fabricating history,
this is me, number one with a buck,
I dreamed of having guns, but couldn't find a damn bank, my
man stank throw one in the drunk tank, hold it,
I thought of being rich, but I'd rather be stuff according...
believe in my article, the days are now brighter,
I've the sun turn moon and groom every lifer,
nicer in fact the ego's intact, the writer, one
warrant, being restless, was evil even ever on the
guest list? I'm guessless, address this within your own
nexus, soon you'll caress this idea, it's
infectious, for real, my thought that crosses every
mind that ever got lost, roaming in time,
tonight is kinda different, stuff according, man from
pages to pills, to sick of paying bills,
ageless at will, as I stated I'm chill, thrills from
loose girls leads to illin', dude earl, then back from
being lost, and I still left the world, not a
moment too soon, some see the room bleed, fools
dreams faded, they never made it, screams date it,
beings led, souls flock, cold pies and grey skies
souls fly away, pack don't lie, images speech,
the sun is something, freak, it's nearing it's peak, they call him
heat, I call him deep and simple, the smallest movements
create giant ripples, visit exquisite tastes,
back to back bandages by Ace...
stuff according...
credits
from
NANCY,
track released April 20, 2010
Raps by Dirty Heat, produced by Midas Wells. Recorded by Elbo the Engineer at Elboratory, mastered by Jonathan Toth from Hoth at The Cooler in St. Louis, MO for
TheFrozenFoodSection.com
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