Yeah, one two Yeah, where my nigga Jay Dee? Where ya at? (Yeah!) (Oh, you say you got guns, then bring that shit) what? (You say you got ones, then bring that shit Cause you need a lot more ones and guns for this) what? (To get my man see we bout to spit some) hot shit! Yeah, one two Bout to spit that, hot shit! Huh, whoo! Yeah, Turn it down nigga, hot shit! Yeah, (oh)
Messenger in the Metropolis; +Apocalypse+ here and +Now+ Niggas know the ledge, so they don't come near the style I appear in clouds on some heaven to earth shit Fake niggas drown the deeper the verse gets Deep as a skinny girl's cunt, I surface with the purpose To let y'all niggas know the demo Voice is a instrument that's monumental You couldn't fuck with the style if you was a nympho Raised in the temple of Chi, taught to look into the eye I identify with dobbs and weaves, and niggas making moves That bob and weave, and niggas with jobs on the side sell weed I feed off the hunger that a bum or abandoned child gets Freaky, like Marv Albert, in outfits, by Chaka Givens I lecture how I got God but don't got religion Got a clip for these niggas on the net, selling my shit Let's just say you Ramone and I'm Spit In a habitat of Cadillacs and battle raps And people that travel at the speed of need Never agree with the ways of the world Cats say anything, like they say to they girl How you bringing it when you sit Indian style? Niggas know me as Com it's time hear me go wild With hot shit, yeah, Hot shit, yeah, one two, Came to bring it boy
(You say you got guns, then bring that shit You say you got ones, then bring that shit Cause you need a lot more ones and guns for this) what? (To get my man see we bout to spit some) hot shit What? No doubt, hot shit!
Old men see visions young men dream dreams I rock the planet, recognize, I'm the C.R.E.A.M. Com Rules Everything and everything is How yo' man pulling yo' weight, he ain't carrying his Scary the biz is like "The Blair Witch Project" Experiment in rooms on some bare bitch project State senators, life twirls, most sell out Like a dread with a white girl You want me to cipher with you and the Gods? I just did a show, I'm pursuing these broads Everyone I ain't trying to fuck Want to feel female presence and conversation a touch You'll get split like a date that's dutch scuffed and scraped up Taped up for trying to say what, ever you was about to say You rap like a nigga that's about to spray Get a mouth shot, for opening your mouth to say Feel my heat in the night, it leaves you without the day What I write is a passage for niggas to travel through Before defeating me, Joe, you better battle you I tap into my own zone like it's my home phone Turn the cell off and let my dome roam Shame I gotta do white labels to keep my life stable I write fatal bringing niggas to life A wise man came in the thick of the night He said bring that shit when you pick up the mic I said, "What shit?" He said hot shit, hot shit, hot shit
(You say you got guns, then bring that shit) (You say you got ones, then bring that shit Cause you need a lot more ones and guns for this) (Me and my man, see we known to spit this) Hot shit! Hot shit, yeah, yeah, What we spit Jay? (Throw it down nigga) Hot shit! uh, yeah, uh, come on, yeah (keep it going) Hot shit! Hot shit! Hot shit! Yeah, boy (keep it going) Hot shit! Out Hot!