DESCRIPTION:
This is my entry to Micah B, Dymez, and Prince Ea's Flow Heat No Beat contest. Thanks for watchin.

Lyrics

Flow heat, no beat, cold seat from open windows,
a hard paced car chase, I'm Scarface poking nymphos,
grabbin Mics with Jeffery Darma's appetite, those half-as tight get sacrificed to afterlifes,
I'm napkin white, make fire like the same ol' thing,
flyer than angel wings, this jester known to strangle kings
with their own shoe laces got two faces call me Harvey Dent,
move cases with new traces, need army men to harm me friend.
Smite, kill, write ill, but got "freeze" (frees) like sub-zero,
known to cut-heroes, trade beer mugs for ear plugs, shut ear holes,
cuz too much noise and shit played, give ya boys and bitch AIDS with some poison tipped blades.
We got iron lungs, so smokin chrome blunts,
only smiled once, twas during dome, son.
Got impeccable mult's, i'm incredible hulk turned forest green
Outta caucasion, stop hatin, lest you wanna be in a horror scene
Nobody is as poor as me, got four cents in my bank account,
You're more dense than the dank no doubt,
I'm Heaven's Court sent just to hang about.
Low station Probation, the next step's hell, roll the best L,
and the Tightest Dutch, ragin you burn fold,
pages I turn gold with that Midas Touch,
And fly as fuck. Like birds on them powerlines
Bathe words and shower rhymes, and I'm sure to devour dimes.
Either sacks of tree or my girl with her back to me,
Enter hassle free harder than a castle be, and stoned often.
Rearrange ya DNA, get to chromosome choppin, phone Boston,
Ask for the best, ya foul ol' nemesis,
they say "sorry Ex Deft's Left the Now Cold Premises".