Artist: Raphi f/ Macho Album: Cali Quake/Uprok Records Mixtape, Vol. 1 Song: Heatwave Typed by: alcatrazz_iz_crazy_4_god@yahoo.com [Verse 1] A yo the road I travel is full of hard times and hard rhymes Lost souls with strong minds, Visionaries have gone blind Politicians that love crime, Missionaries missed the warning signs On this road I travel, I had the long nights with tears God whispered to me have no fear I'm perfecting the path, putting pieces of the puzzle together You and the rats won't struggle forever On this road I travel, I heard the drums bang in the slums While the hustlers be bangin they guns And the poor, they just begging for crumbs Some preachers still begging for funds Outsiders catch a vibe when they come On this road I travel, mysteries unravel Cases get caught by the thunder of the judges gavel From nine months to nine years Sometimes my only peace is the pen and the poetry of my peers [Hook] Yo it's like a heat wave Beats Blaze We write to the rhythm the street plays We told you pray for the morning, but you didn't heed the warning Yo it's like a sound storm Crowds swarm We got them worried from the bury to California Prayin for the morning, but you didn't heed the warning [Verse 2] They call me Raphi shock stopper. Lightning bolt blocker I'm a grown up. Blown up head bubble popper. Tightrope walker Not the typical belly flopper in a record pool I say, "Don't play doormat!" Get your back up off the floor and act like it's your crib Flip the script and steal the show. Grand theft ad lib I'm a hybrid wiz kid amid the greats Shoveling through record crates and I got what it takes Don't wanna babble. I want to be the one who educates with class Speak a lesson quick. Fast enough to give you whiplash You're still throwing out that lip trash? Now you're about to crash From cell blocks to bell rocks, my clientele jocks So ask any one of the many what they thought There will not be those who left untuned Some diss, some jock, some listen, some talk But all of them felt something about the groove That proves that I'm certified top notch A West sider knight writer, I ain't a baywatch [Hook] Yo it's like a heat wave Beats Blaze We write to the rhythm the street plays We told you pray for the morning, but you didn't heed the warning Yo it's like a sound storm Crowds swarm We got them worried from the bury to California Prayin for the morning, but you didn't heed the warning [Verse 3] I write rhymes to the lights of the city while I'm floating down the freeway Inhaling dirt through my lungs push auto replay Words are coming at the speed of sound Cali quakes when Big Shame and this kid from New Breed's in town And the world feel the after shock for all them cats that forgot we make the planet rock It's lonely at the top that's why we came with the clan We knew from Tunnel Vision that we had the master plan It seems to me that a responsibility's on my back To bring back a respect for this art So we do it from the heart That way, a light can shine Plus, I rhyme to find some kind of divine vent for my rage This cage-like white rage might seem suitable Heinous crime for a dangerous mind isn't do-able So kid, got a beautiful floweth over my cup From Mission Park to Cali Quakin' forever shakin' it up