Heat to the Streets lyrics

[Intro: DJ Green Lantern]
Invasion
Please be clear, this is an invasion
Green Lantern in the lab
An invasion

[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]
I'm illa, rhyme spitter
I am like an arms dealer
I sell heat to the streets, n*gga
C'mon
Shine til I'm blind n*gga
Dime getter
I sell heat to the streets n*gga

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
It's like n*gga hate and we line up
All of them in one place
And we give them standing ovations
And I don't mean like Rihanna
I mean, squeezin' that llama, dumb rappin', gun clappin', knee deep in that drama
Bakin' like a salona
I'mma fight 'em like I'm in 'Nama
Night 'em like a pajama
Bite him like a piranha

[Verse 2: Kid Vishis & DJ Green Lantern]
Hok, spit on ya Honor
Kurt Cobain, suicidal
You got the nerve of Nirvana
Bullets touch men and women
Just as quick as Madonna
Little n*gga, I'll do to ya momma
What the KKK wanna do to Obama
(Braap! Green Lantern)
Please be clear, this is an invasion
Green Lantern in the lab
An invasion


[Verse 3: Royce Da 5'9"]
It's like n*gga hate and we line up
All of them in one place
And we give them standing ovations
And I don't mean like Rihanna
I mean, squeezin' that llama, dumb rappin', gun clappin', knee deep in that drama
Bakin' like a salona
I'mma fight 'em like I'm in 'Nama
Night 'em like a pajama
Bite him like a piranha
[Verse 4: Kid Vishis]
Hok, spit on ya Honor
Kurt Cobain, suicidal
You got the nerve of Nirvana
Bullets touch men and women
Just as quick as Madonna
Little n*gga, I'll do to ya momma
What the KKK wanna do to Obama
I just need one K
I'm a repeat blocka
Tear up your whole block

[Pre-Chorus 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
The drum hold a hundred hot ones
I'mma
Five comma
Nine apostrophe ass n*gga
Spaz happy
Slash colostomy bag giver

[Pre-Chorus 2: Kid Vishis]
Slash the ass kicker
Slash the last lyrical ass n*gga
Imperial swag
C'mon
[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]
I'm illa rhyme spitter
I am like an arms dealer
I sell heat to the streets n*gga
C'mon
Shine til I'm blind n*gga
Dime getter
I sell heat to the streets n*gga

[Verse 3: Royce Da 5'9"]
n*gga know they don't want it with me
I'm the gas mask
To n*ggas that's runnin' on E
High as a wavy neighbor
I want my just due, two mules and eighty acres
Lady Day to stretch her pus*y out like baby labor
The beefs embedded in me, I got fillet behavior
I got the A.R.-itis

[Verse 4: Kid Vishis]
Pop, shady flavor
I got gravy paper
That means I'm on top
That gun c*cked is goin' down like Yung Joc
I'm the eighties savior
You want doe, I be the baker
Cakes up, I oven haters
I'm who made ya
I'm Kobe Bryant
Who care about the rest of you Lakers?
Infiltrate the truth and expose what's left

[Pre-Chorus 3: Royce Da 5'9"]
We the best haters
Put you on respirators
Put money on your head and up it like an escalator
Page full of rhymes
I'm about to lay the paper
I do the labor, Keno do the day to day stuff

[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]
I'm illa rhyme spitter
I am like an arms dealer
I sell heat to the streets n*gga
C'mon
Shine til I'm blind n*gga
Dime getter
I sell heat to the streets n*gga