The Heat Is On (Unreleased Version) Blaq Poet (Ft. Godfather Don & Prodigy)
"The Heat Is On (Unreleased Version)" by Blaq Poet (Ft. Godfather Don & Prodigy) is a gritty #HipHop track from 2005, exploring themes of street life, resilience, and survival. The lyrics convey a sense of urgency and tension, reflecting the struggles of urban existence. Unique elements include sharp beats and intricate wordplay, showcasing the artists' lyrical prowess. The song highlights the raw realities of life in the streets, contributing to the genre's cultural narrative.
[Verse 1: Blaq Poet]
Thats my word, I'm motherfucking stressed
It seems like life's tryin to put me through a test
Cuz every fuckin day it's just gettin worse
Whats worse? Might go out, die hard and end up in a hearse
But no time to think about the consequences
The years in jail, fuck the death sentence
All I know is that I need mad cash in a flash
Befo' I gotta kill somebody ass
Might as well be in jail or dead
Cuz if you ain't gettin paid then you ain't gettin ahead (that's word nigga)
Sittin in my room with the lights out thinkin'
I'm alive, but I ain't livin, I'm leakin'
I made my bed and I'ma lay in it
But I ain't gonna stay in it
I might start sprayin shit
I should've stayed in school, but that's a dead issue
Fuck a G.E.D., thats like toilet tissue
All my friends are hoodlums and hustlers
Runnin with a bunch of stupid crazy motherfuckers
Niggas fuckin their money up, niggas gettin knocked
And jealous motherfuckers, they want the whole block
Though I could start flippin gettin on a mission
But I need much more, no time for bullshittin'
Niggas listen...
Thats my word, I'm motherfucking stressed
It seems like life's tryin to put me through a test
Cuz every fuckin day it's just gettin worse
Whats worse? Might go out, die hard and end up in a hearse
But no time to think about the consequences
The years in jail, fuck the death sentence
All I know is that I need mad cash in a flash
Befo' I gotta kill somebody ass
Might as well be in jail or dead
Cuz if you ain't gettin paid then you ain't gettin ahead (that's word nigga)
Sittin in my room with the lights out thinkin'
I'm alive, but I ain't livin, I'm leakin'
I made my bed and I'ma lay in it
But I ain't gonna stay in it
I might start sprayin shit
I should've stayed in school, but that's a dead issue
Fuck a G.E.D., thats like toilet tissue
All my friends are hoodlums and hustlers
Runnin with a bunch of stupid crazy motherfuckers
Niggas fuckin their money up, niggas gettin knocked
And jealous motherfuckers, they want the whole block
Though I could start flippin gettin on a mission
But I need much more, no time for bullshittin'
Niggas listen...
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