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[Common]Yeah, one two...
Yeah, my nigga Jay Dee?
ya at? (Yeah! )
(Oooh, you say you got guns, then that shit) what?
(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
Yeah, one two...
Bout to that, HOT SHIT
Huh... whoo! Yeah...
Turn it nigga, HOT SHIT
Yeah... (oooh)

in the Metropolis; +Apocalypse+ here and +Now+
Niggaz the ledge, so they don't come near the style
I appear in clouds on some heaven to shit
Fake niggaz 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 instrument monumental
You couldn't with the style if you was a nympho
Raised in the temple of Chi, taught to look the eye
I identify with dobbs and weaves, and niggaz makin
That bob and weave, and with jobs on the side sell weed
I feed off the hunger that a bum or child gets
Freaky, like Marv Albert, in outfits, by Givens
I lecture how I got God but 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 people travel at the speed of need
agree with the ways of the world
Cats say - like they say to they girl
How you bringin it you sit indian style?
Niggaz me as Com it's time hear me go wild
HOT SHIT, yeah...
HOT SHIT, yeah, one two...
Came to it boy

(You say you got guns, then bring that
You say you got ones, then bring shit
Cause you a lot more ones 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 men dream dreams
I rock the planet - - I'm the C.R.E.A.M.
Com Everything and everything is
How yo' man pullin yo' weight - he ain't his
Scary the biz is "The Blair Witch Project"
Experiment in rooms on some bitch project
senators, life twirls, most sell out
- like a with a white girl
You want me to cypher you and the Gods?
I just did a show - I'm these broads
Everyone I ain't tryin to
Wanna female presence and conversation a touch
You'll get split like a date dutch scuffed and scraped up
Taped up for tryin to say - ever you was about to say
You rap like a nigga that's to spray
Get a mouth shot, for openin your to say
Feel my heat in the night - it you without the day
What I write is a passage for to travel through
Before defeatin me - Joe, you better you
I tap into my own zone like it's my home
the cell off and let my dome roam
Shame I gotta do white labels to keep my life
I write fatal niggaz to life
A man came in the thick of the night
He said BRING THAT SHIT when you up the mic
I said, "What shit?"
He said HOT SHIT, hot shit, hot

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