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HeatWave

by Rich I.E.

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Intro 01:57
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$plash 03:05
I thought I told these n**** stay in the house to keep safe // for Pete's sake they catching heat strokes all off this heat wave// they too baked n***** walking around looking like burnt cake// behave rappers want it with me & get flambeed// flow hotter than badlands I'm a madman// these n***** talking I see em they like ghost to Pacman// they whack man I hear y'all but it's like sounds from a trash can// I'm handing out urns to all the artist I turn ash // I'm in the store burning cash y'all looking quickly through the glass// ya girl have a meltdown I walk out with all these bags// cause I'm cooler than a fan & you lookin' like earwax// giving earaches out on tracks I hop on & I just thrax// (Bridge) & I carry the torch for my team// gettin' it by any means // can't nothing get in between// I'm simply just doing my thing// The heat leave you gone in flash// that flame drop it right on gas// the temperature rise got you Meltin' like ice so you know what I gotta do $PLASH (4x) This for my my people in the house no central air no AC// in that whip windows down screaming out f*** this heat// tryna find a pool everyday up out the week// mad as f*** cause ain't nobody gon' invite em to the beach// Coolest n**** in summer b**** I'm Dallas rains// but every time in the booth y'all n***** get these flames// it's too hot up on this earth for me to f*** with lames// that's why I be M.I.A like what, hold up, what's his name// Hottest in the city and I ain't extinguished // flow so distinguished// juvenile delinquent , give a f*** bout' what you thinkin' // c'mon dawg ya brains fried// going hard for the win like games tied// bobby bushay the steeze H20// I'm the dude these n**** hate for they chick to know// I just give & go or I pick & roll// if I keep her around that mean shawty cold// verse from me going up like the gas price // they try to plan my next moves f*** ya advice// the flow is dry ice , cool off til you burn// oh that s*** hurt me no care I have no concern //
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No Limits 04:16
Okay I'm sippin' til I'm faded// sippin' til I make it// sippin' til I got double vision // so that's twice the times I'm gon' take it// on the the move I got Tunnel Vision so it's all go I'm not flaking// on the move like it's a time limit so it's all go I ain't patient // all these n***** on stand still // they stuck on they old plans still// been through with all the old s*** that's & that's why I'm the man still// I put out that s*** that cool the summer down but spit like I got no chill// these n***** claim they music crazy but when I hear the s*** I get no thrills// swerving all in some new s*** letters all up on them wheels// swerving out with a new chick she ain't never seen w. Out heels// credit known all in these streets cause my pockets always stay filled with Bills// got my weight up in these streets cause I'm eating out here chasing mills// been killing these Beats got all these n**** asking who making them// that's me that's me I.E. oh word? You need to make you a tape with them// but keep that s*** real trill cause to many out here be fake with them// so I'm gassing I'm gassing I'm gone no stopping no brakes with them// (Chorus) Stone throwers trying to slow us down but Na we ain't got not limits// 100 miles through your side of town cause n**** we don't see no limits // posted floating out the ozone cause we ain't got no limits// we gon' do what the f*** we want cause we ain't got no limits// I ball hard I spend it all cause we ain't got no limits// I come through I turn it up cause we ain't got no limits// you girl say she do it all cause she ain't got no limits// it ain't my fault I silk the shock cause I got no limits I ain't got no limits , everything good life ain't handing me no lemons// 21 years young I ain't got no dependents// just myself and my team yea we out here & getting it// just tryna f*** hoes, get money & travel// and ima do me fuck you and ya gavel// cause as long as I'm living I'm going harder than gravel// the world tryna wrap me up but ima let my gifts unravel// cause I'm a king in the present// could have been a president in past// but I ain't tryna have the world stressing// & I'd go out like Kennedy fast// so i do it for my descendants // so all my generations got cash// And let em know they can't slow us down cause we always gon' be coming up fast// like flash, but make it last got champagne in my hour glass// no school , no grad but shawty already know I got class// no question if this music quest is a test I'm surely gon' pass // cause my delivery on point like mailman from the Jazz// & I do this no effort y'all don't see no hassle// everything "Otay" I wild out like a rascal// and shawty give brain like go and move that tassel// now the royal penis is clean so it's back to the castle // (Chorus)
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(Chorus) These hoes know just what they want// & I just happen to be that // these hoes know just what they want // so they call my phone whenever they need that// (Verse 1) They see me on the go// They wanna get to know// that wild n**** with the fro// on me when I hit the do' // but she got to be a pro // real freak with it tho// if she can move it slow// I let her call me on the low // // they wanna roll with a n**** like me/// they wanna smoke with a n**** like me// if she came wit a n**** like you , bet she do the right thing spike lee// she turnt up off Hennessy// and this double cup so clutch// all my h*** is rare breed , all my h*** deluxe// everything I do so player like // everything y'all do just suck // already know she gon' choose the life// already know she wan f***// already know she wan f***// I got her nipped & tucked// game so tight no swete all skill when I cut no luck// she want me to wife her I don't even like her // you cuff her at the crib I just one night her// she say with you she high-key board on that old shit like a type writer // I put her on that new wave // surfboard like Malia Jones // beat it up like she misbehaved// then when I leave she call my phone cause// (Chorus) (Verse 2) Gotta new one like every week// gotta different one like everyday// my favorite got satin sheets// my baddest be out in the bay// they run it to me like undelee// they throw it back like a Frisbee // shawty call me and always wanna hump // but it don't even be Wednesday// I gotta tell these h*** that I don't play // don't be telling your friends I'm bae// cause she gon' be like oh y'all cute// soon as you gone she be coming my way // but you gon' be mad or Na // I always got one on call// but ain't none about to get cuffed// cause we always high above the law// she talking about she love me // all I hear is blah blah blah// now she yelling out f*** me// I'm laughing like ha ha ha// her mind say she wanna leave // but that p**** like Na Na Na // now she riding on top of me and scream like oh my god// man these girls so typical// but I'm glad my ladies be tropical// pop my collar like a pimp would do // then go out and me some papadeauxs// got some xan's my pop me dos// and she tryna fxck like vamanos// hit it then I'm like adios// she ain't tryna leave I already know (Chorus)
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(Verse 1) I do this s*** for my real n***** // do this s*** for my down b******// do this s*** for them real figures// on all night no off switches // on my job Til' I own this s***// work like I can't get fired or quit// grind to get a meal like a n**** can't eat// while these h*** got my taste cause my style they bit// spark the Kush that fire I hit// you pour that drank codeine I sip// n**** never stress don't need that cig// counting money kill the math then pass that trig// pow (pow x3) n***** jelly cause they moving like Jiffy// I'm sitting on butter get to the money in a jiffy // only got 5 seats for my n***** that with me// 3 seats in the back if she down for the quickie// only got the finest you know a n***** picky // my shooters stay around me on the way to the top // got n***** aiming at me from the back like Ricky// can't hit what the games been missing// y'all mad cause the whole camp grinning// no breaks til' my whole city winning// everybody dizzy cause the whole fam spending// (Chorus) On it, morning, night, til' morning// 365 no yawning// no restrooms we ain't stalling// got these n***** pissed, cause now my n***** is balling// they know we the s*** 100 we go all in// (Verse 2) I be that n**** with the gold fro that got your h** froze// that n**** you mad at cause your girl just chose// she shy cause she know cuh go like D. Rose// número UNO // shawty tryna get prego like Juno// but I keep that gold wrapper cause who know// tryna be boss like Hugo sipping on jugo // Chilling on fresco wit my dawgs petco// G.I. Jet flow// spit til I get strept throat// and I rep the west hoe// that be the best coast , sorry if you get left though // I'm tryna get right now // you talk a lot I'm like pipe down// me and my team running shit now// y'all tired out so sit down // and we turning up so get down // get down I'm in the booth while y'all Laying down// I ain't stopping til' everyday is payday// I ain't stopping til' everyday a vaycay // I ain't stopping til' all these rappers vacate // I ain't stopping til' everyday we celebrate// I ain't stopping til' I show love & they still hate // I ain't stopping til' me & my whole fam straight// (Chorus)
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(Bridge AGE) (Verse 1) thoughts get worse as I get older// as the weather warms my heart gets colder// Got the weight of the world on shoulders// my new shoes feeling like boulders// chilling in the cut like peroxide// got a girl on my left & she don't know what's right// I tell her like Sean Paul just give me the light// never touched the pen but all I do is write// that kush let it burn like incense// the incentive is getting high no coincidence // practice make perfect on that consistent tip// the way she blow the whole team so conspicuous// she so promiscuous got my mind gone// and that loud so strong, fuck around and levitate// they say he ain't never gon be on I just f*** around and let em hate// because I know I'm great// pull up to scene so fashionably late// just flew in from another mind state // got a gold mind cause I'm from that gold mine state// cash on helium watch my pockets inflate// chick whip topless watch the roof decapitate // kill game so hard think I need a smoke break// kill the game so hard catch me smoking at the wake// me & my whole team eating off a mistake// like (Chorus AGE) (Verse 2) Now girl is you smoking, me too// so let's go & do what we do// You split it , ill stuff it , you roll it , i light up then we smoking all night til we through// first the blunt , then the bong take a rip// take some more out zip // stuff the pipe take a hit, now the gas mask hella faded but we ain't smoking cause we hip// we just in our world hella different views// shit We on got us floating right up out the shoes// shit I'm on got me zoning all into you// shit you on got you eye'n like what it do// I'll be on my peter Parker if you be Mary Jane // higher than superman you be Louise lane// I'll get the pussy wet if you let me hydroplane// and when I get up in it you gon know I ain't playing games// Ima need some bomb head and some good weed// to slow my life down bring it right back to speed// cause I been on the go been moving too fast, young n**** ain't slept in like two weeks// gotta bad case of insomnia , so ima need you to f*** me to sleep// but before I beat (before I beat) , you know I gotta chief before I eat // and girl I eat it up like an edible// smoking on that hulk got the stroke so incredible// got super powers off them medical vegetables// smoke way too loud so now we detectable// this my confessional, this stress had to make it suppressible // and you were professional high intellectual // be my psychiatrist you so psycho-sexual// bend you right over like damn you so flexible// feeling right so I can't be wrong// she tryna run another round to the song // I beat my chest like a n**** King Kong// but I'm running out of the breathe aw I'm gone// (Chorus AGE) (Bridge AGE)
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(Verse 1) Take me back to them summer nights // all the baddies got they body right// always getting into something every move was flight// latest fashion on deck , though I kept it very light// turn up at sunset orange clouds what a sight// kickback going up, shawty's tryna function// everybody rolling thick let turn this in to something// red cup shawty I got the Styrofoam // doubled up filled to the rim you know what I be on// and you know that I was gone let that music bring me back// then she grabbed me by the hand started winding to the track// move it slow motion for me , I know she on me // know she want me // then that's when she told me // I'm only here for a while// put her number in my phone told me don't be scared to dial// i told her mo$ def then she flashed me with that smile// ( aw yea ) I told her I make it worthwhile // she said just hit me up when you down// (Chorus LT) (Verse 2) Hotel with that beach view// bed with them sheets new// she had her bikini bottoms on and them bamboos// you know them gold nu-nus on her body couple sexy little tattoos // she liked to chat too // she liked that I could rap too // she was 5'2 , talking bout she was tall but she was high too// took her out to eat we ain't eating fast food// la holla beach chilling she say in a great mood // told me she enjoyed the time and i'm a great dude// now we back at the spot and she laying Layin nude// Hennessy bottle open and she wanna massage// told her only it's real baby no phasaud// that full body made her moan like oh my God // told her I'm going down no Mary j Blige// she gave me a round of applause & then I took her down like (Chorus LT)

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Rich I.E. Debut's his latest project entitled "HeatWave" Just in time for the end of summer, setting the tone with his lyricism as well as dope production for you listen to while your heading to the beach, posted at the kickback, on the way to the function, lampin' at the house rollin' up or when you are heading back to school....with features from LT, Young Skeet, Andrews, Jayy Starr, Ayo Mikeey, Scumbag Freg, & Luxx This is definitely a tape you need to have!

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released July 31, 2014

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Rich I.E. Riverside, California

Rich I.E. a.k.a UrKillinMeRichie is only the Freshest, Illest, Dopest, Artist/Producer, Killin' sh*** out of the I.E.! With the Tag #UrKillinMeRichie You know you getting a beat that bangs whether it be R&B, Soul, Hip-hop, mainstream to underground everysong is a hit you can vibe with! ... more

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