[Verse 1: The Rapper: H]
Hot flashes, examine H’s tactics
Success is like a burning flame, it’s out if you’re whack shit
I run this track shit, ass on the mattress
Malice, chalice, an element called magic
Imagination breeds creation for the music that I'm making
Accolades that-- I'm chasing, bumping bodies keep on shaking
Morning time and I am waking, roll, go keep it baking
Kinda follow what I’m sayin? Etcetera
Optical illusion, I can see through the confusion
Inertia if it hurts ya, but I always keep on moving so
Rolling past the middle class, a joint in time for class to pass
Grass is like an alias; I hide behind it like a mask
I flipped my college lid, Playing with the averages
Beast on the boom bap, running with some savage kids
I make the merry go round, burning cabbage kid
H is heat right in your veins, attractive like a magnet is
Fuck a house of cards, my fortress is a mass of bricks
Air force, concrete, sink you with the newest kicks
Do-it-for-laughs, You-Do-it-for-kicks, kids are eating all the trixs
No you silly rabbit, it’s my turn to rip the spliff
Repetition in this game is given
If you do it for the fame well then you really aren’t living
I’m-in-the k-k-kitchen mixing latkes with my applesauce
Bobby Cox I throw that base and now the majors popping off
Sophisticated wordplay, bitch, add a homophone
I got a bit too plastered so ET had to phone me home
Triceratop-in this, the haters won’t respond to it
Incorrectly spitting shit, questions you should just omit
Pulling on the potent piff, this bag of grass you gotta sniff
Licecum I’m throwing strikes, swinging while you take whiff
Another thing I must confess, I burn it all to burn the stress
My mind is fucked; my heads a mess, but you know I’m still the best
[Bridge]
Damn it feels good to be a Lannister
Take tree, grind it for my canister
Smile real PR for the cameras
I’m hot man, hot damn man, I’ll damage ya
Wha wha whaa, WHAT?--as you’re stammering
The look in your eyes just imagining
Sad state of affairs that we find you in
But the Prodigy wouldn’t even play your ass the violin
[Verse 2]
Cool Luke dude, this Luke dude so cool
Producing perfect sound, toss your ass back into school
EQ soaking wet, like he threw it in the pool
And the bass bumps, the place jumps, a never ending rule
Veloca-rapstar, my spitting is so visceral
H is finally feeling tall, you just looking minuscule
I’m the main course, you’re just there to appetize
See sunrise, blood shot eyes, back and forth between her thighs
Styles of the ark, and I just need to stand apart
Dragon, Crain, and Tiger stance consider this my martial art
Hi yaaaa, I’m on fi-yaaaa
Kick the track back like we playing FIFA
Don’t cut the beat off, it’s a little bit too soon
My swag is rare, you’ve encountered the blue moon
Want me to fall, they want me stop
How bout you wait until my motherfucking tape drops
Beantown hero, defender of the green way
Tree J, replay, Como se dice?
Got a heap of heady haze, the kind that you can blaze for days
Chillen in the summer shade, grilling, sipping tanqueray
Probably the most important, of the sentences recorded
Maybe even more important than the sound we have imported
Ignore those who adore us, adore those who ignore us
Drop the beat, forget the fucking chorus
Rap attack the monster, the kingdoms I will conquer
Oreo, oh there he go, I think he need sponsor
Running-the-game, fuck-am-I-saying, Recording-a-tape, give-it-a-month
Once it drops like gravity, you tell me who’s the realest one
Killing beats for fun, lyrics like a loaded gun
I think I...FUCK--need a shrink, I’m short--do you even get the pun?
I’m always on the run, H is ghost around the globe
Cut the wire on this track, I made this bitch explode
Touching her tippy toes, so many lines I overdose
Put it up, side by side, you could say I play it close
You could say I play it slow, You start in first and end in last
Everything is gone now…HOT FLASH
