The Boiling Point

By Outerspace (Duo)

On Blood Brothers

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[Verse 1]

Yo we hot like the grip of a gat

We pop (clickity clack)

In fact we hot - rotisserie rap

Leave you higher than that Ritalin crack dope

The wiggle the smack the coke

This shit you have to smoke

We the newest epidemic in rap

Them niggas setting a trap

On any motherfucker pledges a rat

On edge when I rap

That's why I'm standing on the ledge with the mac

Ready to blow my fuckin head off my back

But my mama taught me better than that

Shе said "get cheddar to stack"

Plus ? motherfuckеrs ain't meant to collapse

Pops said "no man can make you drop dead"

It take a nation of millions just to break through the ceilings

Sometimes I hate what I'm feeling

Labels making a killing

Make a nigga get stressed

And wanna break and rebuild it

But I ain't Taliban or Bin Laden

I'm a nigga from the hood on the grind and I'm still surviving


[Chorus x2]

Hot like the grip of a pump

In one hop skippin' the jump

We make your body fit in the trunk

On fire tonight

Yall retire tonight

Cuz yall rap like you got no desire for life


[Verse 2]

We the type to kill and ? skippin' the jump punk

Guaranteed to ? you a critic you want love

Every time I sleep I send my spirit to hunt chumps

Eat em up when I wake believe it they want none

Fuck your train of thought I derail your mission

You ain't a real MC you a failed musician

I watch your whole shit crumble you a frail addition

A stale ass crumb who's afraid of spitting

Not me Imma shine every chance I get

Plot me if you time you can dance with death

I'm cocky that's right I can hand you lefts

Rocky times 5 you will pose no threat

Shot these body bags for those who slept

Snot bleeds head raps for those who crept

Lowkey Outerspace yeah we close connect

We blow trees sip 'gnac nigga toast to that


[Chorus x2]

Hot like the grip of a pump

In one hop skippin' the jump

We make your body fit in the trunk

On fire tonight

Yall retire tonight

Cuz yall rap like you got no desire for life


[Verse 3]

Yall niggas talkin about heaters that you ain't pop

Screamin that you outlaw nigga you ain't pot

Always talkin bout whips that you ain't drop

Always talkin bout bricks that you ain't cop

And I dont know what what my space cut got you gassed up

Tellin' you you tougher than leather and can't get smashed up

Think it's a joke? Go head and get your laughs up

You a puppy amongst wolves see what the pack does

Who the fuck made you hot

Who the fuck told you niggas you got skills they should be shot

I'm a beast in the belly of Pirelli's and powder

Get it poppin like nelly with the dessy in they trousers

Uh

With a powerful punch then

Straight vodka shots you put tropical punch in

Dungeons get packed, then run for your gat

I'm number one with a bullet I don't care if you strapped nigga


[Chorus x2]

Hot like the grip of a pump

In one hop skippin' the jump

We make your body fit in the trunk

On fire tonight

Yall retire tonight

Cuz yall rap like you got no desire for life