Lyrics: Beating Thomas Best

The Heat ride the streets in varying degrees. Some are extreme, you close your mouth when they speak. Thomas skipped a beat and wore that hooded jean, a black cat hat, and a real smart tone with his speech.

Beating Thomas Best.

The Heat told you once, don't make them repeat. "Boy don't you lie", that's a flipback grip to the thigh. Thomas raised his hands, but was slow to drop the knee. Pace comes at a price, he lost his hearing and an eye.

Beating Thomas Best.

He was the fastest in the neighborhood. It was the damndest sight we'd ever seen. A white tshirt was all we'd glean, as he rounded the corner of 5th and Betton Street. As he'd call up high unto his Maw, who was staring through that dirty yellowed window shawl, saying "I'm the boy who can't be beat! I'm the King of 5th and Betton Street!"

Beating Thomas Best.