Finale - Heat lyrics

[Scratching]: "Real Detroit hip hop" J Dilla {x8} [Verse One]: Start to finish, get the image of a hustla Paint it just like a shop like when they talk to Carhart and disa**emble a body Like a mechanic with car parts Introducin' a man with his hands everywhere like Calamari, now march with me Be a needle we need you to get in the groove Don't sleep, keep it rollin', I'm a trucker, live in Michigan But Chili never been in my vocab like Usher Won't change even with the Aftermath like Busta Keep a low profile, hard to notice in a crowd But I know you know I know you know the style A wild n***a with crowd control Hard as a cadet with tear gas Don't, on that Patti Labelle sh** I did it on my own, underground like I'm speakin' through a manhole I'm also big enough to start a Barry Bonds scandal I drop hard as a Looney Toon anvil Your career's short as Emanuel, come and get your manual and so How he manage to grow so cold? So many shoulders at a show like Detroit outdoors And if this morning you can handle, get your hands up Off the wall and your mouth off the floor What you waitin' for? Feel it [Hook]: Street ? My heat spark off the charts A man on a mission Here we come y'all HEAT You know the spot rusher, hot busta Quick, duck for cover Here come another, keep it hard Bangin' in your system This inner vision of a prophet I spit Here we come y'all HEAT Here we come y'all HEAT [Verse Two]: Hop on board of my train of thought The art of takin' pain was taught Before I was eatin' solid food I could talk Walk where they got chains on their naked hands Jammin' in a panel of your ride, feet dipped in animal hide I'm here to change that It's a new day and you know it, even Ma$e came back Subtract my thought It's damn near spiritual And my bars like a physical You lift and I cough No words, just life Your image is through a mic No ice just nice It's like God got me goin' through a job interview I'm a three year long song and goin', you an interlude Some of y'all n***as funny with rap So can I say I'm feelin' this? Sayin' you ball more like Jason Williams fumblin' with your gat Don't get in trouble with that How subtle was that? Hollywood Shufflin' cats continue to act They wouldn't make the crew cut if they worked at the Gap I'm a local they know I'm loco with vocals Smooth with dolo it's unbelievable like Iraqi abuse photos Who really get raw? The pen mightier than the sword I'm swingin' to your ears Finally open, you know what I'm fightin' for [Hook]: Street ? My heat spark off the charts A man on a mission Here we come y'all HEAT You know the spot rusher, hot busta Quick, duck for cover Here come another, keep it hard Bangin' in your system This inner vision of a prophet I spit Here we come y'all HEAT Here we come y'all HEAT [Verse Three]: With the street been sweet n***as ? deep in the seat Same spot, tryin' to plot, cause your life don't repeat And you reap what you sow (let's grow!) All day stompin', I'm Greek step show off Broadway I stay cooler than Chris Walken The reason my city raw like Edo G to Boston Every show take offering In 8th grade you're coughin' up your mother with the coffin Fall victim to the author when it's awkward she applaudin' When I'm ? Spit trouble so hard, think I'm double ? Knowin' God load 'em on ? Sober like a n***a who know he ? But tryin' to cover body odor before ? Flood the game so heavy South Asia look like a puddle in the park Leave a mark like two preteens makin' hickey's in the dark Padlock your door like Joe Clark, exit closed off "When I say J, y'all day Dilla!" "J" "Dilla!" "J" "Dilla!"