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Joell Ortiz

Heat Wave

 

Heat Wave

(albüm: Harbor City Season One - 2022)


Harbor!

Another day, another homicide, welcome to where I reside
City by the water side, dollar signs got us all colonized
Niggas on that molly vibe, qualified to swallow five, he zombified
Body might be walking but he not alive, modernized opium
Got your mind sliding like Biden at the podium
Joe be in a whole 'nother Solar system hoping that we go with him
But nope, me and Joell is composing a symposium, and we don't play though
We keep a semi pipe (Chrome gun)
Popping wheelies on a mini bike (We really on one)
Nigga, this is city life (Don't run)

Like sexing an extra dry prostitute that won't come
You fucking with the wrong one
Everybody's a high rank samurai 'til we show guns
Ten eight on a wide face Panerai, yeah, the road's done
That's that eight fifty missing the middle man
It's just me and the whole sun
And the glistening gold swung caught your wife attention
You worried about the guys inside her mentions
I be inside her guts firing like a hired henchmen
Silent killing like cyanide, your sex drive is dry
I fuck her on the stove, that's eye for an eye
All they get is hard dick and bubble wrap
Throwaway jacks' and apple maps for going and coming back continuously
Intervene on a winning team, two twin nins sinning religiously
Call that synergy

Palm trees and the Statue of Liberty, that's the epitome of East meets West
When we capture the energy, niggas is talking down on me
Have to be kidding me
Speaking of kidding me, only my junior can belittle me
Here to Italy, I talk that shit
Last album was last album, we off that shit
We here to murder everything, nigga, let off that clip
Wipe the fingerprints off the microphone and toss that shit
You can see the analytics, we back to handle business
O-Dog in a Rolls, the return of the phantom menace
Man, I'm in this thing to show you some shit that no man'll witness
I'm a man of wisdom with manhandling mannerisms

Man, the difference between us and them is these anthem lyrics
Quantum physics when you peel back all this banana spitting
(We ape with the bars)
Chimpanzee live visits and drastic conditions
Caged like West African prisons between Chad and Benin
See me and Crook the most valid team
Every rapper get hands and feet like we beating on a tambourine
As for the district, all we ask is just this
When it come to money, don't lie and don't cheat
Or shit'll get cataclysmic
Two, one of the ones, guess we some of them somes
Never in conundrums, whenever it come to them drums
Second to none, our weapon is tongue

Tongue is weapon, our none to second
Say it backwards like records are spun
Pedaling through the slums of the Harbor
With the gunners and robbers
Suits and ties, crucial ties to underground farmers
Scum running round lawless while running for office
District attorneys into carcass, gunning for bosses
Niggas is dying, taking them fake percocets
The block's hotter than eight turtlenecks
Take murder threats serious when Tiberius raped Bernadette
You didn't believe her now he's an active shooter at the school
And cops ain't murk him yet 'cause of his skin tone
If that was me, I woulda been gone!
Bleeding the blood of George Floyd all over my gemstones
Brim blown 'til my head was redder than Jim Jones with Timbs on
That's why I spit it like Pac spilling his guts when the Glock's drilling
It feel like you got hit with a bus
I'm Godzilla in Chucks, he's King Kong in some Timberlands
Niggas be talking shit, but the top killas is us!

Fuck a penny for your thoughts
'Cause if you gotta million dollar brain that's a gold mine
Fuck putting things off
Death around the corner, never know when it's your time
I see cops everywhere
Another dead body washed up on the shoreline
For the fourth time
'Cause it's war time
Harbor!

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