Be cool under heat Be cool under heat Be cool under heat Be cool on the street Be cool under heat Be cool under heat Be cool under heat Be cool on the
edge Hey! Be cool under heat Be cool under heat Be cool on the street Be cool under heat When the baby and you got to fight Go cool your love in the
Translation: The Clash. Cool Under Heat.
Hey! Be cool under heat Be cool under heat Be cool on the street Be cool under heat When the baby and you got to fight Go cool your love in the rain
eye, I ain't your target practice So call Mr. Martin, I rarely kill often But in this sound clash, I got a bodybuilder's coffin Back from Miami where your record got no heat
clicks, you freeze Two sick emcees, get cool quick when I'm shootin' the breeze Who's this? Ryu and Tak, with Ap and Celph Spittin' heat 'till the plastic
call Mr. Martin, I rarely kill often But in this sound clash, I got a bodybuilder's coffin Back from Miami where your record got no heat That's why your
more Might sound crazy, but I ran out of slugs before Yeah, I know the feds watch me But my vest clashes hard with the Versace So I'm just rollin in the
