Illmaculate - Body Heat lyrics

[Intro: Only One] This for everybody that died in the line of duty And what do I mean by the line of duty? I mean people who got k**ed by the police Just doing what they do [Verse 1: Only One] I spit the plagues of Moses, home-made explosives Soirée for dope, body engulfed in flames of smoke Getting laced with bullets Getting sprayed with hoses like Raid with roaches Feds think they're John McClane or John McCain I keep a Sonya Blade, throw fire like Johnny Cage I put you on ice like a hockey game My strap like Axe; I hit you with that body spray My fam caught a lot of cases So we don't talk, we only speak in body language The shots make your body jerk My fam is a mechanic with the body work Nobody get hurt, nobody get earthed Nobody get searched, that's a body of work You don't wanna leak bodily fluids ‘Cause you dead if you lose your body heat [Hook: Illmaculate] Lose your body heat, it's cold-blooded on these streets But honestly, I feel like "f** the cops!" Make a mockery of every law you preach Smoke a lot of tree and scream "f** the cops!" They can sleep under dirt, it's no loss to me Greed, money, dirt, sh**, "f** the cops!" Oh well, we bustin' first, before I leave I leave you these humble words "f** the cops!" [Bridge: Only One] Nobody move and nobody get hurt Nobody move and nobody get hurt Nobody move and nobody get hurt Nobody move… (nobody move…) [Verse 2: Only One] Nobody move and nobody get hurt I wanna murk, but I'll start with bank robbery first A lot of dirt, I did it, I confess What the f** you gonna do about it? Put me under citizen's arrest? Unforgiven with a gun, k** a pig, don't give a f** They said he's innocent, I said he's innocent of what? Four-fifth'll lift him up, mortician zip him up Corpses go through rigor mortis and stiffen up Makaveli, Makaveli, feds phone-tapped his celly So hit me on the phone jack, it's at the deli Wonder Showzen, cut a motherf**er open Hit him till the gun is broken, ‘cause it wasn't loaded Cutting coke that's oven-roasted Jumping over bugs and roaches I would k** a pig, just promote it over Dunkin' Donuts If I'm investigated, I'll throw plastic explosives With a basket of roses And his casket gets closed and detonated, like that! [Hook] [Verse 3: Only One] I'm like them Compton guys, not on some race sh** Just content-wise, I'm on some N.W.A. sh** And black people still like me ‘Cause I say sh** like "f** the cops!" and "k** whitey!" I nicknamed my AR, Chris Lighty Featherweight, if threats are made, I don't take the sh** lightly You get the drop on me? I doubt that sh** highly From off the hip, 30 rounds come out the clip – try me! Shoot cops, shoot cops; 2Pac, 2Pac Put one in your tube top, and one in your food box You p**y police, pull out your teeth Pull out the heat, bullet lullaby put you to sleep [Hook] [Bridge]