They avoid I'm the illest in the room like an elephant with tusks
My music is jewelry this is a gold rush
They see I'm plush, polished, not scuffed
Clean cut, I got motion, and I run amuck
When I stop rolling then I had enough
It's White Henny in a teacup in a button up
For the mind & spirit a reset is a plus
Protection is deliberate all we got is us
Holster over the rotator cuff
Ear to the street, discrete and never outta touch
Rap's hero is a bread winner with cold cuts
Bringing cold fronts over the summer in months
A waitress came for my order, but I didn't want much
She said, "I can see that," flattery made me blush
I'm feeling like a million bucks
I'm feeling flush like I inherited a family trust
I'm a big steppa more than multiple jumps doing double dutch
This is a natural high without hitting the runts
Before the door of opportunity shuts
I learned there is no door, just puppeteers doing stunts
Don't kill the messenger, I'm checking the room temperature
Don't kill the messenger, I'm checking the room temperature
I'm finding my tribe, but every art dealer can't be a member
Don't kill the messenger, I'm checking the room temperature
Being outside blocked the mysteries of me that's inside
Your characterized by the rooms you occupy
Some rooms maybe a vibe, some rooms gossip and lie
Some rooms are explicit and private with closed blinds
Some rooms keep you confined, some rooms let you unwind
Some rooms are distractions from the rooms in your mind
Some rooms you can't enter cuz access is denied
Some rooms require a budget and a co-sign
But I don't need no co-sign
I'm on crossing staircases M.C. Escher designed
While I'm crafting these rhymes
This is for the Merovingians of Rap shaping the times
Breathing room and wiggle room does wonders for masterminds
This gift is from the upper room, not a high-rise
Need a remote zip code, need to downsize
Need a fortified panic room with guns and ample supplies
I check the room temperature from the crowd on each side
I'm popular with Hip Hopers from the sample size
Now I'm back outside
You saw me across the street, then I vanished when a bus passed by
Don't kill the messenger, I'm checking the room temperature
Don't kill the messenger, I'm checking the room temperature
Compared to these guys, when I scribe, I hit the bullseye dead center
Don't kill the messenger, I'm checking the room temperature
NMSXS - Room Temperature Lyrics
NMSXS - Room Temperature Lyrics
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They avoid I'm the illest in the room like an elephant with tusks
My music is jewelry this is a gold rush
They see I'm plush, polished, not scuffed
Clean cut, I got motion, and I run amuck
When I stop rolling then I had enough
It's White Henny in a teacup in a button up
For the mind & spirit a reset is a plus
Protection is deliberate all we got is us
Holster over the rotator cuff
Ear to the street, discrete and never outta touch
Rap's hero is a bread winner with cold cuts
Bringing cold fronts over the summer in months
A waitress came for my order, but I didn't want much
She said, "I can see that," flattery made me blush
I'm feeling like a million bucks
I'm feeling flush like I inherited a family trust
I'm a big steppa more than multiple jumps doing double dutch
This is a natural high without hitting the runts
Before the door of opportunity shuts
I learned there is no door, just puppeteers doing stunts
Don't kill the messenger, I'm checking the room temperature
Don't kill the messenger, I'm checking the room temperature
I'm finding my tribe, but every art dealer can't be a member
Don't kill the messenger, I'm checking the room temperature
Being outside blocked the mysteries of me that's inside
Your characterized by the rooms you occupy
Some rooms maybe a vibe, some rooms gossip and lie
Some rooms are explicit and private with closed blinds
Some rooms keep you confined, some rooms let you unwind
Some rooms are distractions from the rooms in your mind
Some rooms you can't enter cuz access is denied
Some rooms require a budget and a co-sign
But I don't need no co-sign
I'm on crossing staircases M.C. Escher designed
While I'm crafting these rhymes
This is for the Merovingians of Rap shaping the times
Breathing room and wiggle room does wonders for masterminds
This gift is from the upper room, not a high-rise
Need a remote zip code, need to downsize
Need a fortified panic room with guns and ample supplies
I check the room temperature from the crowd on each side
I'm popular with Hip Hopers from the sample size
Now I'm back outside
You saw me across the street, then I vanished when a bus passed by
Don't kill the messenger, I'm checking the room temperature
Don't kill the messenger, I'm checking the room temperature
Compared to these guys, when I scribe, I hit the bullseye dead center
Don't kill the messenger, I'm checking the room temperature
My music is jewelry this is a gold rush
They see I'm plush, polished, not scuffed
Clean cut, I got motion, and I run amuck
When I stop rolling then I had enough
It's White Henny in a teacup in a button up
For the mind & spirit a reset is a plus
Protection is deliberate all we got is us
Holster over the rotator cuff
Ear to the street, discrete and never outta touch
Rap's hero is a bread winner with cold cuts
Bringing cold fronts over the summer in months
A waitress came for my order, but I didn't want much
She said, "I can see that," flattery made me blush
I'm feeling like a million bucks
I'm feeling flush like I inherited a family trust
I'm a big steppa more than multiple jumps doing double dutch
This is a natural high without hitting the runts
Before the door of opportunity shuts
I learned there is no door, just puppeteers doing stunts
Don't kill the messenger, I'm checking the room temperature
Don't kill the messenger, I'm checking the room temperature
I'm finding my tribe, but every art dealer can't be a member
Don't kill the messenger, I'm checking the room temperature
Being outside blocked the mysteries of me that's inside
Your characterized by the rooms you occupy
Some rooms maybe a vibe, some rooms gossip and lie
Some rooms are explicit and private with closed blinds
Some rooms keep you confined, some rooms let you unwind
Some rooms are distractions from the rooms in your mind
Some rooms you can't enter cuz access is denied
Some rooms require a budget and a co-sign
But I don't need no co-sign
I'm on crossing staircases M.C. Escher designed
While I'm crafting these rhymes
This is for the Merovingians of Rap shaping the times
Breathing room and wiggle room does wonders for masterminds
This gift is from the upper room, not a high-rise
Need a remote zip code, need to downsize
Need a fortified panic room with guns and ample supplies
I check the room temperature from the crowd on each side
I'm popular with Hip Hopers from the sample size
Now I'm back outside
You saw me across the street, then I vanished when a bus passed by
Don't kill the messenger, I'm checking the room temperature
Don't kill the messenger, I'm checking the room temperature
Compared to these guys, when I scribe, I hit the bullseye dead center
Don't kill the messenger, I'm checking the room temperature
Writer: Miles Buckner
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