Kid Candor - Heat Check

(Yeah)
Throw the SnapBack and the Js on
(Yeah)
Cup of jack and my shades on
(Yeah)
Been a minute but I'm back
See the game still ain't changed and the rappers are whack
Look, I been in search of a beat
(Yeah)
Up in the booth for a week
(Yeah)
Lots of these rappers is trash
(Yeah)
I'm bout to come with the heat, (Yeah)
Spitting the truth and I'm lit
(Yeah)
I'm moving up on the list
(Yeah)
Nothing but net when I come with the left and as soon as I step in the gym
(I)

Step on the court and I spray
Pull up and shoot it like Klay
Doing them dirty like Dray
Better get outta my way
Look at the heat on my hands
I just might shoot from the stands
Step into the building
(Blough, blough)
(Turn up, Turn up/

Step on the court and I spray
Pull up and shoot it like Klay
Doing them dirty like Dray
Better get outta my way
Look at the heat on my hands
I just might shoot from the stands
Step into the building
(Blough, blough)
(Turn up, Turn up/

Hotter than molten lava, that boy a problem
(yeah yeah yeah)
Snatching a oop when they lob it, you cannot guard him
(yeah yeah yeah)
Shot like Melo in the garden, 2014 (yeah yeah oooh)
All of the poets are ballin, who is gone stop them?
You? You? You?
Nahhh
Dangerous, taking it, to the hoop then banking it, making it
We cranking it, straight to the cup then drinking it, unh
Been a minute but I never get enough
Coming to the show, pull up in my V-dub
Everybody nod to the hype we on,
You ain't gotta ask every single night we up

Gimme dat gimme dat green light
Ooh, yeah, yeah
Gimme dat gimme dat green light/
Unh huh, that's that, that's that, heat check, heat check
Ahhh, Swish
That's that, that's that, heat check, heat check

Step on the court and I spray
Pull up and shoot it like Klay
Doing them dirty like Dray
Better get outta my way
Look at the heat on my hands
I just might shoot from the stands
Step into the building
(Blough, blough)
(Turn up, Turn up)

Step on the court and I spray
Pull up and shoot it like Klay
Doing them dirty like Dray
Better get outta my way
Look at the heat on my hands
I just might shoot from the stands
Step into the building
(Blough, blough)
(Turn up, Turn up)

Me and my poets the remedy, new to the industry
Nobody matching the energy
We making moves like Ray Allen
We pull and jack em, like swish
That's complimentary
(Bang)
Yeah, heat check, heat check
One time for the home team
Whole crowd getting lit
(yeah)
Thats that C-to-the-P-P/
We in the gym and we letting the lyrics fly
No subliminals
It's so ill, it'll sicken your inner ventricles
Castañeda and Jay they stay writing up fire stuff
Our studio like a barber shop lining these rappers up
Like boom boom pow
Time to knock them all down
Feel the power of a poet
They like ooh calm down/
Nothing but true respect for the few that still run the game/
Many chapters of greatness, the poets changing the page
(Yes sir)

Written by:
Christopher Thomas

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