Heat Goes On

[Hook 1:] Now turn that turn that temperature down... X8 [Verse 1: Illmaculate] I have to thank all the fans that were patient And God damn this shit is happening ain't it No, I don't listen when these rappers complaining Cause the louder you talk, the less you actually saying Come and get me I'm right here, better settle down No sense in being stupid, it's best to keep it moving I can fill this whole city with ideas that never left the ground But somebody already beat me to it My city isn't big enough for the egos in it You either emcee or critic, nobody even listens Beefing with us, just call my name but be specific No response means that you're not a threat, but keep your distance How long you goin' tell me you a threat and the best without ever proving nothing How long you expect me to accept that 'fore I snap and end up doing something Let's have a new discussion In the booth again, moving in I feel sorry for the larger than life artists And whoever thinking they bigger than the music is I got my head in the clouds, you can't you can't get to me now They pretend to be a predator I let 'em have it However hot headed they gettin', I turn the temperature down X2 [Hook 2:] Now turn that turn that temperature down... Now turn that turn that temperature down... (And the heat goes on) X2 Now turn that turn that temperature down... (And the heat goes on) X4 [Verse 2: OnlyOne] Don't get punched in the face, like Vlad the Butcher I've seen you get punked, and not by Ashton Kutcher You ain't Captain Hook, you captain hooker My homies really moving weight, like Malice and Pusha Yuugh.. We could go a hundred rounds You fucking clowns, you never seen a hundred pounds I don't have to dumb it down If I rap about it it's cause I did it Then it ain't dry snitching, keep it real eye-witness I might jack you for a pound, because the price difference I might slap you in the mouth, because I don't like bitches I might pull the strap out, because I'm tripping Yeah my big bro spent his whole life cripping I don't have this month's rent, because I spent it Fuck the cops, yeah if I said it I meant it You think you're hot shit you're getting hot headed But you're not shit cause you're not breaded We all know it, all that talk, dead it What you got? Bet it, yeah you get got - bet it To you women objects, money's the objective But I ain't killed no one yet, I keep it authentic Everything I rap, you can cross reference And all the change I spent went to more than just paying rent Everything you rap - all that shit ain't making sense These motherfuckers are dime a dozen, that's why they came and went This ain't the land of the free, so grow up You brought sand to the beach, there's no love I always land on my feet, but so what You're hot headed, 'til I blam you with heat in cold blood [Hook 2:]