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

Messenger in the +Apocalypse+ here and +Now+
Niggaz know the ledge, so don't come near the style
I appear in on some heaven to earth shit
niggaz drown the deeper the verse gets
Deep as a skinny girl's cunt - I surface with the
To let y'all niggaz know the
Voice is a that's monumental
You couldn't fuck with the style if you was a
Raised in the temple of Chi, taught to into the eye
I identify with dobbs and weaves, and niggaz makin
That bob and weave, and niggaz with jobs on the side weed
I feed off the hunger that a bum or abandoned child
Freaky, like Marv Albert, in outfits, by Chaka
I lecture how I got God but got religion
Got a clip for these niggaz on the net, my shit
Let's say you Ramone and I'm Spit
In a habitat of Cadillacs and raps
And people travel at the speed of need
Never with the ways of the world
Cats say anything - like they say to girl
How you bringin it when you sit indian
Niggaz know me as Com it's time 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, then that shit
Cause you need a lot ones and guns for this) what?

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

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

(You say you got guns, then bring shit) uhhh
(You say you got ones, then bring that
Cause you need a lot ones and guns for this) uhh
(Me and my man, see we known to this) HOT SHIT
Hot shit, yeah, yeah, uhh
we spit 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...