DZ - Heat Stroke

I be living life fast while they talk from the backseat
Show hands like you calling a taxi
This the shit they been waiting on
Got me beating on my chest like i'm Donkey Kong
I feel blessed, when i flex
I'm the king of the jungle
No stress, TJM never fumble
I came here with the team we built
They preach love but tell me how you really feel
We know you hate this
Hard to see us do better
Couldn't ask for a better two letters
DZ like you need a care package
It ain't fair when their skillset lacking
Boutta blow up when we drop bombs
Listen to the crowd yelling, singing our songs
Maybe not yet but it won't take long
Flowing so hot that you better use tongs
Getting piss blind that they calling me Toph
Let 'em fist fight while we never take loss
Going so hard like i'm covered in moss
DZ flows got 'em yelling oh lord
That's the way we rumble
Syd city born in a concrete jungle
Shot to their dome watching enemies tumble
Plot for the throne, i'm the one they ask for
We the ones they ask for
Confidence got me looking like an asshole
They nonsense but they calling it an art form
Flow sharp like i'm throwing at a dart board
Name one dude who do like this
Not a brag
Oh shit, yes, wait it is
I don't mean that i'm full of an arrogance
I just know that i'm better than the average kid
And I know
Your respect you keep it
Already proved that we really don't need it
Manifest and it ain't no secret
DZ with the flow that's cleanest
Uh
Ratatata
Hunnid round drum like a military march
Got it on lock and we only just start
Blast from the palm
That's a Kamehameha
And we just have fun
Still got bars that be weighing like a ton
Banging on a beat 'til we seeing the sun
TJM have only just begun
Uh
I only wrote half this second verse so
I'mma freestyle the end
Ha
Yo
Get too close, you get heat stroke
Uh
We the mafia we pack kilos
Uh
Mastermind, we go beast mode
They so asinine they not heroes
Uh
S Y D to the N E Y
All of these guys dumb, wondering why
TJM haven't touched the sky
You ain't seen a motherfucker that can do it like I
Yeah
Let me bring it right back
Got that fully automatic flow
Keep it in attack
They don't really get when I rap it like that
But the day I dumb it down
Is the day I don't rap
Yeah
If I rap it like this
We can fuck the game raw, we don't need a plastic
Take 'em off shore, sun tan on a ship
Getting on board and the bitches get sick
Never seen this, they don't rap like that
All of these chicks, I don't vibe with that
Sorry that's a miss, I don't write like that
Take 'em to the city with the lights and flash
Yeah
With the lights and flash
Headed to Japan with the rice and cats
Plane boutta land with my team in tact
Lames not a fan we can see them act
Yeah
What you mean you mad
Got 'em all green when they see i'm glad
Flowing so clean, they can see we rad
Boys PMS, they gon' need some rags
Freestyle this, I don't need no pad
They know me when I kill these tracks
Beast with a pen, you gon' need a bear trap
Girls begging me to take a seat on their lap
Yeah
I don't really do that
Listen to me and you know I get mad
Everybody sees that they better get back
Cause it's DZ boy
You know I click-clack
Yeah
Oh

Written by:
Dylan Zardain

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