Born 2 - Hot Sugar, Heems

Yo Himanshu

Heemy Heemy Heemy

Heemy spit it for the richest to the poorest man

He the purest man

Duran Duran

Wolf spirit, blood of the lamb

You a waste of space

Your face like Gheorghe Mureșan

The sonic shamanic

He prone to vomit

He go AWOL

He see a wall and vomit

Murder any song if I’m on it

Demonic

Scotch and whiskey, we no drink no gin and tonic

Himanshu ride gnarly til I’m Farley, ya see

Same future as the dog in Marley and Me

Or the CIA take me out like Marley, a G

I will say to bury me with barley and wheat

I’m on the web I’m trying to unbuy do

Searching «why do»

Hima love Erykah Badu

And drinking baijiu

And weed, yeah a likkle bit of that too

People look up to Himanshu like Nosferatu

(indecipherable)

Born to be wild

Born to be wild

Meanwhile, back in cop killa Queens

Mike Finito mamma from Manila in the Phillipines

Hot Sugar, Himanshu move with the killer team

We collect British cream, you move with Phillistines

Yeah, we pointing pistols at the cops and shit

Til they stop the fucking stop and frisk

And motherfuckers know to pop to this

Sit back, talk some shit, collect some fucking guap to it

Youngin on the scene, I was bred in Queens

I collect my bread in Brooklyn with the team

It’s me, Heemy, Hollywood Heem

I won’t stop til I collect Bollywood cream

Word to my rugby

Queens where this thug be

Fuddy duddy dudes ball like Chris Dudley

Women seem to love me

At the club, cover up my drink in case women try to drug me