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[Common]Yeah, one two...
Yeah, where my nigga Jay
ya at? (Yeah! )
(Oooh, you say you got guns, bring that shit) what?
(You say you got ones, then that shit
you need a lot more ones and guns for this) what?
(To get my man see we to spit some) HOT SHIT
Yeah, one two...
Bout to that, HOT SHIT
Huh... whoo! Yeah...
Turn it nigga, HOT SHIT
Yeah... (oooh)

Messenger in the +Apocalypse+ here and +Now+
Niggaz the ledge, so they don't come near the style
I in clouds on some heaven to earth shit
Fake drown the deeper the verse gets
Deep as a skinny girl's cunt - I with the purpose
To let y'all niggaz the demo
Voice is a instrument monumental
You couldn't fuck the style if you was a nympho
Raised in the temple of Chi, taught to into the eye
I identify with dobbs and weaves, and makin moves
That bob and weave, and niggaz with jobs on the side sell
I feed off the hunger that a bum or child gets
Freaky, like Albert, in outfits, by Chaka Givens
I how I got God but don't got religion
Got a clip for niggaz on the net, sellin my shit
just say you Ramone and I'm Spit
In a of Cadillacs and battle raps
And that travel at the speed of need
Never with the ways of the world
Cats say anything - like say to they girl
How you bringin it you sit indian style?
Niggaz know me as Com it's hear me go wild
HOT SHIT, yeah...
HOT SHIT, yeah, one two...
Came to it boy

(You say you got guns, then bring shit
You say you got ones, bring that shit
Cause you need a lot more and guns for this) what?

(To get my man see we bout to spit some) HOT
No doubt... HOT SHIT!

[Common]Old men see visions young men dream
I rock the - recognize - I'm the C.R.E.A.M.
Com Rules Everything and is
How yo' man pullin yo' weight - he ain't his
the biz is like "The Blair Witch Project"
Experiment in rooms on some bare bitch
senators, life twirls, most sell out
- like a dread a white girl
You want me to cypher with you and the
I just did a show - I'm these broads
Everyone I ain't to fuck
Wanna feel presence and conversation a touch
You'll get split like a date that's dutch scuffed and up
Taped up for to say what - ever you was about to say
You rap like a nigga about to spray
Get a shot, for openin your mouth to say
Feel my heat in the - it leaves you without the day
I write is a passage for niggaz to travel through
Before defeatin me - Joe, you battle you
I tap into my own zone it's my home phone
Turn the off and let my dome roam
Shame I gotta do white labels to my life stable
I write fatal bringin to life
A man came in the thick of the night
He said BRING THAT SHIT you pick up the mic
I said, "What shit?"
He said HOT SHIT, hot shit, hot

(You say you got guns, then bring shit) uhhh
(You say you got ones, then bring shit
Cause you need a lot more ones and for this) uhh
(Me and my man, see we to spit this) HOT SHIT
Hot shit, yeah, yeah, uhh
What we Jay? (Throw it down nigga)
HOT SHIT, uh, yeah, uh, c'mon, (keep it goin)
HOT SHIT...
HOT SHIT...
HOT SHIT... yeah, boy (keep it goin)
HOT SHIT... out
HOT...