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

Messenger in the Metropolis; +Apocalypse+ and +Now+
Niggaz know the ledge, so don't come near the style
I appear in clouds on heaven to earth shit
Fake niggaz drown the the verse gets
Deep as a skinny cunt - I surface with the purpose
To let y'all know the demo
is a instrument that's monumental
You couldn't fuck with the if you was a nympho
in the temple of Chi, taught to look into the eye
I identify with dobbs and weaves, and makin moves
That bob and weave, and niggaz jobs on the side sell weed
I feed off the that a bum or abandoned child gets
Freaky, Marv Albert, in outfits, by Chaka Givens
I lecture how I got God but got religion
Got a for these niggaz on the net, sellin my shit
Let's say you Ramone and I'm Spit
In a habitat of and battle raps
And people that travel at the of need
Never agree with the ways of the
Cats say - like they say to they girl
How you bringin it when you sit indian
Niggaz know me as Com it's time hear me go
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 Everything and is
How yo' man pullin yo' - he ain't carryin his
Scary the biz is like "The Blair Project"
Experiment in rooms on some bitch project
State senators, life twirls, sell out
- like a dread a white girl
You want me to with you and the Gods?
I just did a - I'm pursuin these broads
I ain't tryin to fuck
Wanna feel presence and conversation a touch
You'll get split like a date that's dutch and scraped up
up for tryin to say what - ever you was about to say
You rap like a that's about to spray
Get a shot, for openin your mouth 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 my own zone like it's my home phone
the cell off and let my dome roam
Shame I do white labels to keep my life stable
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 HOT SHIT, hot shit, hot shit

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