Lyrics The Heat - KRS-One

Fresh for 2008, you suckers
Yeah! James Desmond, yeah, ha ha ha ha
KRS, keep bringin' that
Heat, the heat, the heat, the heat
The heat, the heat, the heeeeeat!
I'm called when all falls and yes y'all stalls
And cornballs wanna get smoked like Pall Malls
I'm on all fours, all year on tours
Place your bets I'm takin' all yours
All wars, topplin' all scores
Teachin' street laws, the teacher because I bring the
Heat, the heat, the heat, the heat
The heat, the heat, the heeeeeat!
I'm called when no one is talkin'
The truth about what's goin on and on and
When you wanna put that New York talk in
You cause the KRS-One to start barkin'
Toward the mic, grab the mic, start barkin'
Outside the club spot cars start parkin' for the
Heat, the heat, the heat, the heat
The heat, the heat, the heeeeeat!
Yeah, get it bumpin' now, get it bumpin' now
Turn up that da-dumb-dumb-dumb blow!
I know you know how, we doin' it right now
People in the club like: "Wow" for that
Heat, the heat, the heat, the heat
The heat, the heat, the heeeeeat!
Oh! It's gettin' hot, don't stop
We just about to reach the top of hip-hop
That's why I'm called, with that yes yes y'all
At this very moment you feel no stress at all
No, I'm not testin' y'all, this a real lyric
If you can hear it I'm blessin' y'all, with the
Heat, the heat, the heat, the heat
The heat, the heat, the heeeeeat!
So we can continue to go down the menu
I send you my poetry that critiques the evil that men do
You better attend to, the AC
When I MC I'm bringin heat lately, now fade me
No ifs ands buts or maybes
I'm not crazy, God made me speak with the
Heat, the heat, the heat, the heat
The heat, the heat, the heeeeeat!
That's what I'm talkin' about!